The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:40am
My Sea is made
of molten Gold
& I am living
to behold
The Greatest Treasure
known to man:
The Rise In Silver
by God’s Command
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Today I wore a Parade of Gold
dangling medallions
& nugget rings
all for the cause
of making millions
out of the pockets
of few
*Turd Ferguson
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm
Ours is a lazy house
after the departure of cheery house guests
I cannot get back to My Knitting —
napped with My Window way up
to the swoosh of the waves
& when I got up
checked the price of gold
& Silver
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm
I Am Made Of Silver
My Heart Is Gold
My Legs Are Strong
To Carry Me
Where I Stand
Where I Speak
In Dripping Diamonds
Where I Spit
My Words Of Truth
Un-tasted
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
Hello My Question Mark Ring!
You’re back on My Right Middle Finger
from where You should
never have strayed
I Love You Question Mark Ring
with Your enormous chunk of cut quartz crystal
& Your lower level of twenty-four diamonds
shaped for Your Name
I am proud of You
& All You Represent:
My Fortitude
My Grace
My Happiness of Place
The Question is merely
for Those Who Do Not Know Me
for I open up to anyone
close
I open up for You
My Dearest Emblem of Faith
The Hawk En-suite Bath 7:30pm
In My Floor-length
Mirror
I strike an imposing figure
sealed in grey
layers
Silver Chains
I am the correct weight
for a Woman My Height
which is tall
as My Lacquered Hands
will reach
With These Hands
gilded in Gold
I reach for The Sun
never to forget The Moon
I observe The Stars
— The People —
living & dying
forever on
Our Earth
The Hawk Outpost 7:15pm
The early evening light
light of spring
still in mid-winter temperatures
lays itself across
the yard, weeding its way
through The Scraggly Apple
turning pinkish gold upon
My Favourite Spruce
lighting up the rooftop gables
down by the Eastward shore
The Hawk Dining Room 8:15am
The Sun is Gold
upon The Ocean —
I cannot forget Gold
It sustains Our Economy
such as It is
& when I look behind Me
I see The Window’s Shadow
warm upon My Mirrored
Wall
Joanna Gilman Hyde 