Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Nova Scotia

MY LABEL IS M(EYE) NAME

The Hawk Corner Room 7:28am

As I drink My Coffee decked

in My New Hammacher Schlemmer

Monogrammed Turkish Robe

before The Sun comes up

The Window is open to The Surf

I can hear The Rooster

again, as I heard Him

during Those Heady Days

when I first made My Escape

from that chemical prison

of 23 years

— only now My Husband wonders

if there might not be

2 or 3 Roosters?

and He briefly brought His Electric Shaver in

to The Corner Room

to comment on The Sky

OCTOBER 15th, 1994

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:54am

She grew up like magic

born yesterday

in an inflatable tub

My Darling Gubba – Goo

turned into A Woman

before I realized My Own

Womanhood

THE MOON EAST & WEST

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:40am

We saw The Moon at Dinner

full on Today’s Calendar

rising big and gold over The Atlantic —

My Husband says It’s boring

once It gets up there

and just stays —

but EYE know It doesn’t just stay —

that familiar and ancient disc of Human EYE-dent-ity

I saw It again —

this time over The Western Islands

in the pink of morning

when I pulled up The Shade

FOR LOUISA

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:00pm

Yesterday You saw The Rainbow Spray

when You had never heard of It

on The Day You changed Your Name

and picked up pebbles from The Hawk Beach

to build A Kitchen Castle —

You helped Me hoist

A Golden Throne into the back

of My Brown Edge

and as We unloaded

My Future Sculpture

into the cellar

You told The Story

of how Your Mother’s Father

coming home from fishing on The Grand Banks

had seen A Mermaid

— that They really do exist —

scraping Her Long Hair

with a fish bone

ENCHANTMENT

The Hawk Deck 10:17am

I stood on an August Deck

of The Yarmouth Ferry to Maine

with The Man I was to marry

— this was thirty years ago —

I told Him I was very happy

— He said He was too —

We had Our Nova Scotia Life

spread out before Us:

restoring an enchanting house

having Our First Baby

Our Son Peak

— The Core of My Family Unit —

to have and to hold for five years

until My Mother got sick and died

and I was no longer the same.

This August 31st

I stood again with Them

at The House No Longer Lived In

and They didn’t want Me to leave.

Peak’s Father gave Me

an unsolicited hug

and My Grown Son

looked at Me

half-smiling

wondering if I would stay.

LIP SERVICE

The Hawk Corner Room 4:30pm

Purple is The Colour

of Grief

& EYE have kissed

away My Death

in Livid Pulsations

of

Red & Blue

THE FIRST DAY OF DUCK SEASON

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:54am

“That’s right Blue Jays–

You tell Those Hunters

They are disturbing The Peace

by killing innocent birds

trying to fly South —

You tell Them — there’s A Woman

on The Hawk

with Her Bed Room Windows open

just so She can hear The Waves

and has to be woken

from a wild dream

of transvestites and babies

hefty and shrinking

alerted to Those Lethal Bangs”

“THERE’S LIFE IN THAT WOOD!”

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:16pm

“Yeah, and It’s Black

and It’s Moldy

and It’s growing

back

from a month ago

when I scrubbed My Deck

twice over

 with bleach and drove today

a pristine day

all the way

 to Yarmouth

to buy $69.00 worth

of mold-fighting products

endorsed by Mike Holmes

Whom I had never

heard of.”

ROYAL RED

The Hawk Well 4:45pm

Royal Red followed Me

through My Sleep

from Whitehorse

to the bottom of My Deepest Well

— through a blackout

@ 2:00 am

which had Me in My PJs

in The Morning Light

looking down

and down

with a bucket

on The Longest Rope

in The World

tipped with bricks

unsuccessfully

until EYE used My Mother’s Method:

drop The Bucket

upside down

straight

and haul up

The Entire Line

of Humanity

WEEK 16

The Hawk Corner Room 11:42am

The Time is Month !4!

since I cleared My Head

— a grey day in The Newest

Autumn of My Life

I can see The Particles

of Air

as I did when I was A Child

when I discussed this phenomenon

with An Isolated Friend

Who became

Our Valedictorian