My Four Aunts' Voices
By Jane Hyphen
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My four aunts’ voices
Etched the tunnels of my infant years
And sometime before
When I was underwater
Waiting my turn
Ever-multiplying, nothing more
My four aunts’ voices
Played like bells
As regular as Sunday prayers
In my familial church
In disparate tunes
They rung the score of their affairs
My four aunts’ voices
Bound me together
When thoughts were unstitched
In a blanket of sound
I sat with hot milk
Passive as they bitched
My four aunts’ voices
One by one, they’re gone
But still they ring
The echoes of lost years
Of comforts known
From love’s eternal spring
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Use of repetition is
Use of repetition is comforting, Jane, brings familiarity to the aunts and scaffolds the life span. The stanzas are neat little episodes that give a hint of these formidable women. (It is on our poetry monthly theme too : repetition)
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I remember sitting dry
I remember sitting dry-mouthed as a child, listening to adult conversation when they became unaware of my presence. I used to feel almost hypnotized by the drone - still remember some of what was said. I loved your poem - it took me back.
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This reminds me so much of
This reminds me so much of being a kid, observing the busy movements of others. Stunning work!
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Seems to bring out the
Seems to bring out the benefit of extended family regularly around, even though the conversation might be the mix of love and argument, calmness and sparking! Rhiannon
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