Lilla Frerichs |
Avowed - They Do
Standing now side by side
in this new way -she with head
still stubbly shorn -an infant owl
blinking - he with skin hanging from
his hulking frame - their skeletal fingers inter-
twined – no marriage this would have been before -
but before was buried under boots – burned in acrid
ash rising repeatedly –again, again, again, surreally
insanely - still –until the gates opened and they tumbled
out – here to clean water – a wash – a meal - to this street
insanely - still –until the gates opened and they tumbled
out – here to clean water – a wash – a meal - to this street
on this morning - unbearded rabbi thinly singing sweet
remembered words -in this cobbled crumbled side-street,
their ark - the spread of sky – a white sheet thrown from an
open window by unseen hands –they inhale in still breathless
open window by unseen hands –they inhale in still breathless
wonder-stretch their toes in shoes – she feels his heart beating
in her finger-tips and when the word ‘authority’ is intoned –
she turns from flashes of storm boots and snarls of shepherd dogs,
rattle-cattle cars and forever unspeakable violation -rewrites authority
now - here - with each breathed breath –belly bulge- stretching against
her thin clean dress – the banish atrocity of authority begun –
no hint of stumble in stalwart reclamation of self and future –
beyond the cool morning of crumbled streets the shine of
hot sun spills as honey on their heads –spills on shoulders
straightened- these children of a promised land –standing
together -sacred remembrants of all that was –
now - here - with each breathed breath –belly bulge- stretching against
her thin clean dress – the banish atrocity of authority begun –
no hint of stumble in stalwart reclamation of self and future –
beyond the cool morning of crumbled streets the shine of
hot sun spills as honey on their heads –spills on shoulders
straightened- these children of a promised land –standing
together -sacred remembrants of all that was –
Stirring in innocence yet reborn –
legacies of light – re-writing
authority in the sparkling
sand of time to be –
seal this, their vow –
from crumbling street –
There and Then,
Here and Now –
Wherever – Forever –
in clear voice
they
do
Oh, Pearl. "an infant owl, blinking" is so visual, so powerful.
ReplyDeleteLove the place this prompt went under your skillful pen, Pearl. There are levels of authority here -- external and internal, projected and introjected. Love the narrative -- the way it evolves from "standing now side by side" all the long-short way to "they do."
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