The Hawk Kitchen 8:20am
The Glare
of
Silver fills
My Hawk Outpost
Window
beaming out to Me
I stare
& see the afterglow
of
familiar lime green
when I
blink
The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am
How must I write
of the peacefulness
of The Morning —
under the snow
— last for spring —
under brilliant sun
shining its silver
off the sea
I will not row
today
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 Kitchen 4:41pm
The First Recognizable
Call
I’ve heard for Spring
is that of The Jay
My Childhood Friend
with the tumult
of waves
breaking through
the new rain
DTC Natural Store, Barrington Passage 11:30am
Today is the 22nd
Anniversary
of My Mother’s Death
& I have anointed
My
Self
with Vanilla Bean
Lotion
given to Me
by a healing friend
The Hawk Kitchen 8:05pm
Tonight @ Supper
which I didn’t burn
My 2nd Husband
accepted
that I Am
The 2nd Coming
Of Christ
The Hawk Kitchen 1:15pm
I have bled before
a stand of Crows
I have wept in dreams
of a pristine throat
muted white with a thin pink bow —
The Dead Princess Neck
of alabaster silence
commanding Me to throw
My Words up and out
The Tomato -coloured Couch 5:17pm
I curse God
from High Places
like My Inner Core
He deserves nothing less
than My Verbal Onslaught
witnessed by My Husband
as I rail against His Glory
so exempt
from what I
stand for
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm
Women are burning up
all over this fair world
They’re trying to make supper
& carrying on conversations
at the same time
talking about what it’s like
to have all The Power
& no place to put it
Joanna Gilman Hyde 