I didn’t bring a bouquet of purple lilac
or dark chocolates:
Gift-wrapped with ribbon and
metallic silver bow.
Locked psychiatric ward:
Grey brown carpet.
And in room 23
music blares from boom box.
Vertical blinds, yellow sunshine.
The blank stare, stiff walk.
Shoulders, hunched.
My first-born daughter:
Melancholia —your world turned black.
Confusion, memory loss.
I cut your fingernails. Toenails.
Bring pajamas, toothpaste.
Arrange CD’s on a windowsill.
Your acoustic guitar.
Pink slips of paper, doctor’s report:
“Scarring sarcoidosis of the lungs.
Grand mal seizures.”
Uninvited to family events.
Anxiety and cognitive disorder.
Two daughters and one son.
Youth Court declaring:
“An unfit mother!
Sole custody for father.
Supervised visiting.”
A woman on public curatorship:
The blank stare, stiff walk.
Hunched shoulders.
I didn’t bring a pearl necklace,
the one I wore to your wedding.
Satin velvet jewellery box.
Photo Credit
Syringa – Wikipedia Creative Commons
Published in Ilona Martonfi’s second poetry book, Black Grass, (Broken Rules, 2012) and Vallum 7:2 (2010)
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Ilona Martonfi
Ilona Martonfi Author of two poetry books, Blue Poppy, (Coracle Press, 2009.) Black Grass, (Broken Rules Press 2012). Published in Vallum, Accenti, The Fiddlehead, Serai. Founder/producer of The Yellow Door and Visual Arts Centre Readings, co-founder of Lovers and Others. QWF 2010 Community Award.
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