poetry | Joanna Gilman Hyde

April 12, 2013

BACKYARD BEHAVIOUR

The Hawk Kitchen 2:45pm

My Morning Ritual is over

I’m not sorry — We’re trying to save the birds

in the backyard — a compost section

in a hedge may have been the culprit

— I would throw My Daily Banana Peel

there as I munched in contemplation

standing in My Bathrobe

or Pyjamas

until My Astute Daughter

pointed out that birds go after My Leavings

& Our More Limber Cat(s?) go after Them

COULD I PUT MY PEEL

IN THE NEW COMPOST BUCKET UNDER THE SINK

AND STILL TAKE MY BANANA OUTSIDE?

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April 12, 2013

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The Hawk West Desk Window 12:13pm

I saw An Angel Once

— while My Mother lay dying —

She Flew from Left to Right

amidst The Bows of A Lofty Pine

I told My Mother Where To Look

for Belly, Arms, Sleeves

She turned Her Head, My Mother did

so She Never Leaves

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April 11, 2013

I HAVE A PLAN

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:34pm

My Master Plan is to be The Star

Super like no other

so that all I touch will turn to Silver

& all I own to Gold

I will dress My Self as I do now

with careful thought & pride

& live upon My Cans of Soup

My Flame Flung Far & Wide

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April 11, 2013

I CAN WRITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:17pm

I can write whatever I want

a privilege not held in all countries

there, where Women are struggling

while I sit in My Sea-side Outpost

wanting to give, will, Them The Power

I have

to fight the wars Their Men

have made

to fight the hunger of Their

babes

what can I do

but write

My Freedom

& hope It spreads?

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April 11, 2013

HOT FLASH

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:25am

I have turned toward The East

with The Sun Behind

and The Moon Ahead

toward The Women Who Wear

Gold On Their Wrists

Silver In Their Hair

In Societies Where They Are Allowed

to put Personal Wealth

on display

in order to Hold It

April 9, 2013

THE BIONIC WOMAN

The Hawk Basement approx. 10:00am

One Half Of Me Is Gold

— The Other Silver —

I Am The Bionic Woman

Watch Me Turn

Watch Me Switch

Can You Guess

Which Is Witch?

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April 9, 2013

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SILVER & GOLD

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:35am

Silver makes All The Difference —

It holds Reflected Light — You Can See

Your Self in Its gleaming surface

like The Moon

unrubbed It is neglected

stood upon It is sacred

–

Gold holds no such properties —

merely an internal glow

raging like The Sun

coveted by Men

–

We Are In The Silver Era

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April 8, 2013

THE AVIARY

The Hawk Portico 2:10pm

I live in a spring-sung aviary

— it has no cage —

I sleep to the peepers

birds mark the day

they have no boundary

but the shore beyond

I live My Life in sustenance

long past the unsung

chapters I wrote

devoted to loss —

now I am here

with wings

as My Cross

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April 7, 2013

THE MOON as seen by My Uncle*

The Hawk Library 5:22pm

Here is A Painting

I have followed all My Life

first at The Valley Cottage House

over the white mantle

then moved to a dark wall

of The Shakespeare House kitchen

Now, in Its mature glory

hung in Hunter’s New Library

where I can sit in Our Wing Chair

across from The Subtle Watercolour

of The Moon as unpainted paper —

Its reflection’s sparkle unpainted

and Its Luminosity

spread from inky cloud

to Hudson River Water Scape

with a 3-planked, 4-posted dock

bathed in silver

–

*Ernest Beverly Walden

April 6, 2013

THE VISIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm

“Hey Jimbo — what colour

is My Underwear?”

“I have no idea –”

“Red, Jim — RED —

I’m Pro Life –”

“That’s good –”

“I have 2,311 views on Self Organizing Galaxy

— where I was white in the beginning

& black at the end –”

“What do You want Me to do?”

“There’s nothing You CAN do, Jim —

I’m angry

& American“

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