Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: black

THE CRYING DREAM

The Hawk Kitchen 5:20am

I just woke from a crystal dream

of watching an elderly Bride

through a car window —

Hunter was with Me in the car —

The Bride was sitting, waiting

in a white wool knitted cap

there was a sign next to Her:

“Wedding Today”

She had smudged fuchsia lipstick

& and black hair beneath Her cap

but She was OLD

Her elderly Groom came to Her Right Side

holding a Single Black Rose

with a little brown bird ornament

which He offered to pin on His Bride

She hesitated but was glad to receive It

I watched & I cried

I cried

& cried

REPLACED

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:20am

Those long black hours

twenty years ago waiting

for My Mother to die

have been replaced

by coffee in The Morning

with My Second Husband

& a carpenter’s quote

for His Library downstairs

BLACK FRIDAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm

Today I have a deal

to sell My Mother’s Grave

That Place She Loved So Dear

is going off to a professional couple

with twelve children

between Them

DRESSED

The Hawk Portico 11:40am

Black Space Kicks /Black Socks

LLBean Ladies Jeans reg. 8

Black Underwear /Push Up Joe Fresh Bra

Black Tan Jay Top  w/applied glitter

3 Silver Chain Bangles /worn left

Wedding /Engagement Diamond Rings /worn left

Quartz Crystal /Diamond Question Mark Ring /worn right

Open Heart Bulova Watch /worn right

Silver Hoop Earrings

Serengeti Eyewear

What’s Happening Now?

Gold & Silver are going Vertical

CHOPPING BLOCK

The Hawk Hallway 9:00am

Today is a beautiful day

for selling an island property

& Hunter awoke with a dream

of David Wilson going sailing

The Hawk Portico 10:30am

Today is Black Friday

& I’ve got an island property

on The Chopping Block

My Realtor is going out to Mc Nutt’s

@ 2 o’clock this sunny high tide

with a prospective buyer from Maine

who’s made His Offer

& paid His Deposit —

He Just Has To See It

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 6:55pm

I am casting off My Mother’s Houses

I just opened the cupboard door under the sink

here at The Hawk

to dry My Hands on a non-existent towel there

thinking I was in The Shakespeare House

momentarily

but I’m not — that House

went in September 2011

& I am left with The Island

ready to go at the full asking price

by This Friday —

how many dish towel memories

do I have there?

CRASH

The Hawk Portico 3:00pm

The Waves Today Remind Me

of Children Playing

uneven in Their Tumult

sporadic in Their Breaking

Yes, I have read of The Accident

but My Observations

were gathered

beforehand

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY GATHER HERE

November 14th, 10:22pm

Lying in a pool of onlookers

My Eyes are closed

then open to see His Face:

“Live, Damn It, Live!”

He holds the back of My Neck

“I’m afraid I can’t —

I’m afraid –”

“Live For The Moment!”

A Siren erupts

spacing The Crowd

I get jostled onto a stretcher

but He stays with Me

I can hear His Lilting Voice

giving directions

among the alarmed barrage of questions:

Is She Alright ?

Did They Get The Shooter?

He stays in attendance

“DVD — Remember Me!”

to DVD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:10pm

I felt Your Little Black Heart

wrap around Me

as I traversed the rainy Sobey’s Parking Lot

My Hair Newly Cut

You grabbed My Black Bullet-proof Vest

shouting “Live, Damn It, Live”

I AM THAT WOMAN

The Hawk Bedroom 2:52pm

I Am That Woman

standing poised

with My Weight on My Left Foot

My Left Hand

gracing My Belly

My Right Hand

holding My Black Book

against A Secure Right Hip

Right Leg and Foot turned tentatively back

contemplating

My Preparedness