Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Ghosts -- anna hood

As the first sun
trailing slivers of orange
falls into my blue mug
an old song shimmers
off the radio.
The melody eases itself
into that achy spot
I can't bear
to touch and although
I push it away
it catches hold.

I leave the dogs twitching
dreaming of rabbits in a blanket
of light, leave the house
breathing cinnamon and coffee
leave the still life
waiting to be painted
a couple of Chinese pairs
(you used to love them)
a bowl of tangerines,
the house too thick
with memories
too heavy with ghosts
of old songs
old loves

bundle into that old brown jacket
still kept on a hook in the hall
(do you remember
the one with a rip in the sleeve?)
In the pocket keys to a car
I no longer own, keys to the house
though the locks are changed
a lined sheet of paper
with scribbled sketches
of gulls.

Green wellies tramp the sleeping pasture
past stunted skeleton trees
past the fallen down fish shack
where the vixen suns on the roof
past sweet marsh grass
that elbows her way through
cellophane ice
to the beach
glittering a savage beauty.

Waves all white and glory
leap from the cliff
spatter Cyrillic poems
birds have written
with webbed leather toes.
Once a heart was here
scraped with a stick.

I wish ...
ah the hell with it.


Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Why all the hell with it, Anna?
Your art - the paintings & poetry are too beautiful to be abandoned.
And this below:

dreaming of rabbits in a blanket
of light, leave the house
breathing cinnamon and coffee
leave the still life

...my favourite parts. Truly inspiraional.

11:14 PM  
Blogger Saaleha said...

Anna, you never fail to amaze me. You can feel the longing, see the delapidated hut, the brown jacket, hold the keys in your own hand. Wonderful stuff. And you can really sense her despair.

12:03 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Hey Susan, as always thanks for reading and the lovely response.
Can you smell the cinnamon coffee?

Saaleha, yes there is a hurt deep to the bone I was trying to convey in this poem. So glad you liked it
Thank you

3:22 AM  
Blogger Bernita said...

As I've said before...

6:09 AM  
Blogger anna said...

Happy as a clam (g)
at your comment

9:29 AM  
Blogger Katie said...

That was just too beautiful for words. It's so touching, the pictures you draw so clear. Really beautiful.

3:25 PM  
Blogger Roberta said...

There is an Achy place in all of us Anna...Only you can write about it, and tell the world.

Powerful. Beautiful. Pure Pendragon. The pure artist.

4:12 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Roberta, we've known each other 15 (?) years and I still look forward to your comments.

Katie, thanks so much for stopping by. I visited your blog last night will visit again when I have more time to poke around. Glad you enjoyed the poem.

5:15 AM  
Blogger Jeff said...

Hi Anna,
I stopped in by way of Bernita's blog and have been reading some of your work. Very nice! I will read more later as time allows. :)

6:10 AM  
Blogger Atyllah said...

How do you do it, create such amazing, bright and brilliant images with words. What a gift! And hey, can have some of that cinnamon coffee? Please? :-)

7:30 AM  
Blogger anna said...

((atyllah)) how is the chicken lady anyway. Everytime I look at my friends blogs I think about you.
Hope you are well and writing or at least doing what you want to do.
Thanks so much for stopping by
Lovely response! - one to be treasured. and yeah come for coffee.

And Jeff so happy to see a new face - and such a cute one!
Welcome anytime and thanks for the great comment.

9:09 AM  

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