I remember The Dress Shop
in Shelburne
where My Grandfather bought Me
The $34.00 Sundress
of Sky Blue
which I wore braless
to Junior High School
Poems on My Blog
Are fed to AI these days
Without My Control
Eye look to liquid sky
and think of watercolour paint
to capture winter hues
on this day of ephemeral cloud
and rich grey striation.
The sea is pewter
with lobster boat accent
and Eye stand before my kitchen window
with sketch book and writing pen
instead of sable brush.
Eye left my bed unmade
Exercises undone
Anti depressant not taken
to go out for a late country breakfast
with my prize-winning dance partner
going on 92
We missed the breakfast
but took in the memorial carving
by Barry Crowell
of the premonition vision
of the sinking of The Miss Ally
ten years ago
Eye had a father once
somewhere in my life
with his fancy name
or did Eye?
Eye have conceived a Devil
in My Mind
in My Body briefly
to keep You in Line:
The Impetuous Child
Blue-skinned & Thick-haired
to get You to The Church
on time
Eye saw His Face
at The Dance
Eye saw His Body gyrate
Eye stared into His Scottish Eyes
(He not knowing why)
before He made His Late Escape
to smoke a cigarette
Eye was Born
with the proverbial Silver Spoon
and after 30 years of tarnish
Eye have polished It
This Morning
I was that child
being pushed in the little red swing
built by my grandfather
up high
enough so that my toes
touched the leaves
of his knoll’s
crab apple tree
Astro, Astro Jasper Cosmo
died this morning
asleep in the green kitchen chair —
He had a spasm
and lolled His head
through the wrought iron arm
and was gone
That Fast:
My Cuddily Buddily
Big Black
Super Cat
Joanna Gilman Hyde 