Walk
on air
S.H.
A
morning progressing in the usual manner, that
Gorgeous
every-day glory we’ve almost gone numb to. The
Awful
music blared the moment you went from us, far
Into
the woods where Mad Sweeney roamed, his hajj
Now
yours. Did you pass your father, digging time, tau
Spuds
in golden ratio? Did you pass Aunt Mary, broad,
Teaching
love with a goose’s wing and a scoop sunk snug,
Years
of flour fading its gleam? I hope there was a tree
Outside
your window to link you into the firm
Unending
network of eternal life. And all the while,
Remember,
I was unconscious of your pain.
Beating
my legs against a machine, an animal that
Escaped,
so far, the pit that you fell into. Seamus,
The
gym seemed silent, my muscles spent, feeling your death.
poem by Bethany W. Pope, copyright 2013.
Bethany W. Pope
is an award winning author of the LBA, and a finalist for the
Faulkner-Wisdom Awards. She was a runner up for the Cinnamon Press Novel
Competition. She received her PhD from Aberystwyth University’s Creative
Writing program. Her first poetry collection, A Radiance was
published by Cultured Llama Press last June. Her second collection, Crown of
Thorns, was published by Oneiros Books this August. Her third collection,
Persephone in the Underworld has been accepted by Rufus Books and shall
be released in 2016. Her first chapbook The Gospel of Flies has been
accepted by Writing Knights Press and will be released in 2014.
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