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Baby Watching
Posted By Angela Costi on October 26, 2009
His charcoal-blue eyes burn for knowledge,
they sift the world in fragments,
between the bars of the cot he sees half a mother,
her hand reaching the door knob
again her silent escape when the music still plays
those ponderous notes
− the room now holds one breath,
he can turn this into a cry and bring her back,
he can turn over and stop destiny’s growth,
he can search among the room’s shadows
which one holds the map, the puzzle, the key?
The things he’s supposed to know −
the sounds have all walked away,
the sobbing, the snoring, talking in loud whispers,
all the clues to find love −
above his head, the cot is pasted like a prison cell,
the rainbow spider sways in and out of the bars,
the bed which holds the midnight tangle
is boxed and waiting, the curtains allow daylight
one step in, the mirror finds another baby,
this one is smaller with eyes ready to gulp
the room’s slightest tremble, any sign of her return?
The mirror’s blankets begin to fight like starving animals,
he watches a mouth tear out its lungs
and make a sound slashing the room’s contents
away from the teddy bear cuddles,
big shadows have marched in, carrying scissors and forceps,
now he must cry louder than his double
for her heart to break in, rock him back to liquid love,
he stops − there is that smell to melt all shadows,
her arms, her breasts, the perfect bed.
(First published in Malleable Jangle, online literary journal and in poetry collection Honey and Salt, Five Islands Press 2007.)
Ημερ. λήξης 15 Σεπτ. 2010
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