A very lovely poem Marilyn. I could see everything, and I'm at the stage
where I transport myself to other places in long past times too, so it
struck some chords.



bw
James





>From: Marilyn Injeyan <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: new poem: Relics
>Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 19:47:41 EST
>
>                         Relics
>
>             Forty years' passage is blurred
>             in spiraling sage, a trio of jade
>             elephants on paisley, drums
>             and sitar's undulation that fills
>             her like a hope chest.
>
>             A giant soap bubble rainbows,
>             rises, encompasses.  The woman's
>             dowry of lyrics carried from hilltop
>             to hilltop mothers light intruding
>             on shadows to wrest her away
>             from regrets.
>
>             She smoothes Vaseline on chapped
>             lips, tongues the texture, strokes
>             two lap cats curled in Yin and Yang
>             and smiles at a third whose tail drapes
>             in a coma over the speaker.
>
>             She's taken back to a red turtleneck
>             worn while pushing a stroller up
>             and down Broadway in Oakland,
>             taken back to Esmeralda Loved
>             the Moonlight, yellow Tonka trucks,
>             Boogie Boards, terrariums and bunk
>             beds patterned with cowboys and Indians.
>
>             It's as though she clapped her hands
>             at twenty and whisssh, was transformed
>             to sixty, where elephants, paisley, Ravi
>             and sage still season the room, connect
>             the years, survive the ragged journey.
>
>
>                         Marilyn Injeyan
>                         December 7, 2002


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