rich ore.

for Pauline.

Otherwise

called a switch from the nearest mystical tree

where the sap reaches the tips of even the smallest

green ventricle. 

we had to retrieve ourselves

for Nana's phases of witch hunt/ vs

highest valence in the sky

where she huddles in her white gloves for Easter

with a nickel twisted in the tops of her

hose like ingots in their gold crucible

where the baskets  she made by hand

for each boy, blue eggs

and for each girl chocolate bunnies

with frothing, pink entrails

with fake hay foaming the Godly loft

for Jesus and his flowers

still angel shaped 

with gout still throbbing in her ankles, all these 

years. 

Reviews

[PlayWrite]

this is like a fairy tale set to poetry

[h d e rushin]

I love a good fairy tale ....thankyou/ dana

[PlayWrite]

no problem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Can't say she ain't worth a plug nickel...unless you check her hose.

I remember Easter, the ladies all dressed up in their hats...the men in their Easter suits and ties...
but at Church they never looked happy...

Years later, I think I understand...
I think it was the fake hay, and simply trying to have something to believe in that was better than this.

j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you brother.

[Chris Shaw]

Your Nana, dear Dana comes across as a very religious woman and probably strict with it. That nickel twisted in the top of her hose reminded me of stockings and suspenders of old. Long before tights were invented. My Nan would use buttons. I am taken with your Nana's white gloves. They are gleaming, as they would have been every Sunday for church. I imagine she had a fine gospel voice and those Easter baskets perfect. I bet she wore a hat too. I take it from this write that perhaps you didn't quite see religion with the same eyes that she did. I really enjoyed this poem. It made me think about the 1950's when I was a tiddler. Religion was there but my Dad a Catholic and my ma a Baptist. They left it to us to decide where we wanted to fit in. We didn't.

Chris

[h d e rushin]

thank you so very much love. Great insight as always.....dana

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Dana. Have a good weekend.

[Einstein Noodle]

poignant r d ... in incredible peek at Nana ... does/did she really roll a nickel up in her hose? .. that is so vivid an image and setting in time .. love your stuff young lady... and always sharp clinical social statement .. this time about false religion and the frustrations of prayers (perhaps) gone seemingly unnoticed .. if this is of your Nana .. reading your poem makes me really want to know her .. so glad i did not miss this today my friend! well done ... taking stock of me own Faith life .. thank you ;)
E.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my friend.....your words are also my inspiration....dana