Recital

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Tue, 21 Jul 2020
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Magritte’s sky overhead again

 

Across the lawn the curtains are closed

A TV comedy

Light entertainment

The Auguries play to a scene of unsupportable grief

 

Beneath the sky I join the pointless dots:

From Wind to The Disquieting Muses

de Chirico to Room 203

Agosto to characteristically pale July

 

Plath reads her Muses in clipped privileged tones

Hammer-spring cocked and latched

 

My mother’s tentative limp up the path

 

She hedges around her loneliness

Bemused by the crystal recital

Incurious

Something on the dangers of being outside

 

I smile and ply her with bromides

Hear her retreating shuffle

The tragic click of the door

 

The Levante burns my skin

Dorada gasp on the foreshore

Eye fixed to a deadening sky

 

Guilt has arrived to soothe me

He brings the trepan close

 

Invited guests and onlookers

Pay close attention

Mesdames et messieurs: The stone of madness

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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

This made my chest ache in recognition. The ache of sadness or guilt for me that I have felt before has something to do with the acceptance part of it, somehow, or acceptance because of a sense of the inescapable, don't know if that makes sense. Anyway, I thought this was moving and beautifully written, and full of interesting references. 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

It makes a lot of sense, Onemorething.

Inescapable, yes. By our own choosing.

Every situation is different. Different personalities, different cultures, different histories. The mood and the emotions can flip from pity to hatred, from shared memories and affection to resentment and brutality in the blink of an eye and, of course, all of those simply move from foreground to background and background to foreground and endure from minute to minute, day to day and until the end of our lives. Hence the frustration and the madness, I suppose. Thanks, Onemorething. It's good to share. I hope you're well.

Parson Thru