Quilting Mother~ Strings Of Son

I came upon the garden of tiny bones

through a sideways bend in an alley

my feet bare, bleeding across the graveyard no one visits

the graveyard buried deepest in the barren flowerbeds of women

 

I believe I will try to make it alright

will I succeed?

 

I always wanted a son

so a son I will build

kneeling in the remnants

picking through the ivory flutes

I find the ribs that will take my lungs

the hands that ache for my skin

covering, pulling threads of ligaments together underneath

recovering the damage

 

Am I doing alright?

or am I creating a Grendel?

 

I will sew him eye lashes with my hair

in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse

decorate his tragedy with the dolphin ring from my navel

build him a future with my will alone

 

So soft and supple

tiny boy

my threadbare boy

my beautiful little composition of pain

in my palm

how to animate your strings?

 

In the graveyard rain never falls

except from the orbits of my eyes

into the bone boy’s mouth

filling every vein

until the organs stir

and the heart rebuilds its space with the first beat

 

Grow, my lovely!

my sonnet in embroidery

take my shawl of brilliant colors

for  your traveling cloak

rise from fragility

and death

breathe . . . .

please breathe!

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

what a perfect picture!!!!! this is stunning - as I've told you - a brocade of heart and soul - painful - brilliant in its poignancy and depth! you cut to the bone with your words - "so a son I will build
kneeling in the remnants
picking through the ivory flutes
I find the ribs that will take my lungs
the hands that ache for my skin" -- - and "I will sew him eye lashes with my hair
in the sockets I will place a pair of gray pearls buttons from my blouse" - descriptions to envy - a little stripped back (which was the aim for this one - and so cleverly done) which adds to its rawness and intensity! and the final few lines! eesh - bravo! Edit: refuse to take any credit lol - may have added to the idea - but was all you!! ha

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A child is very much a part of the mother with a bond of a lifetime that extends past the womb. I like using the whole Frankenstein theme to describe the mother's care in making the boy into a man.

[asdarkeyesclose]

some stirring images in this. Your poem appealed to my mothering instincts I wanted to lift the boy, give him a hug... This is dark writing at its best. Impressive!

[.]

this is like frankenstein meets mother love..there is a tenderness and haunting beautiful in the words as she builds perfection in her eyes as the metaphoric references to writing your poetry..loved it ...truly..a favourite

[Poeticpiers]

Impressive in its portrayal of an impossible dream.The agony of need that cannot be fulfilled.Perhaps only understandable by a childless woman barren by nature.But who retains the attributes of a good mother.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I will decorate his tragedy with the dolphin ring from my navel..............this is incredibly beautiful and pure magic to read. 100/100

[Aidz]

I found this hauntingly beautiful........
Each line littered with a deep profound love that could only come from a mother

[Tate Morgan]

This is a strange story But It reminds me of the underlying stories so prevalent am not good at abstract.But this rings true as a literate story.It is not beyond my reach to understand or appreciate

[Marie Harrison]

haunting write
but beautiful too
just like a mother
to "build him a future with my will alone"
that raw determination
that only mothers have for their children

[FireWoman]

Some of your work stirs such emotion in me that I must disassociate to finish reading. I sped read through this holding my breath, but it still cut right to the bone.
Your work moves me in such a way that proves two points:

1. you are one of the most memorable writers of our generation
2. that I am not as bullet proof as I think I am .

[SpokenWord]

First I love the spooky picture for this poem. You told this tale like we all were gathered around you listening by the fire in the middle of the night. It made me think at least in my mind of those who can't have children and what length they will go to, to create life. Now back to your poem, this one had a that creepy feeling to it but it was also sad while being so beautiful as she tried so hard to give that boy life. Beautifully written I must say this one is stunning!