Love poem

there was always this and it came from there
it was dirt floor and rough-hewn, well-made
love and
it was fish in the freezer because we caught them
in that great river
that bordered us

and it was a space of small
and it was where
girl wanted to be

home was land under the feet not
some military definition fronted by greed
was dark and light and some
blue + yellow = green

because three made that

it was 12-point buck laid open and
hung from black walnut tree
(price too high to ever cut it down)
where other moments were pollywogs
or fireflies maybe
hydrangeas (also blue) (also green)

this happened because it had so much
of there and walls and tables all wooden
all made with blackened, cracked hands
and sweet sweet sweat here on hair on chest
while chainsaw snarled and embraced
the people who would know it well

and still do
but are gone

Love poem

marchk

Joined November 2007

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Artist's Description

A love poem to the house I grew up in and the people who made it home – so violently taken (when is the loss of a loved one not violent?, we ask…) I will never be a little girl again and have a small family of my own, but would go home to live there, with them, in a heartbeat. All my writing seems to come from the sense of having had and lost this place, these people. (There is much more to this story.)

Artwork Comments

  • melynda blosser
  • Tina Miller
  • marchk
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