rich ore.

rich ore.

A Poem by h d e rushin
"

for Pauline.

"
Otherwise
called a switch from the nearest mystical tree
where the sap reaches the tips of even the smallest
green ventricle. 
we had to retrieve ourselves
for Nana's phases of witch hunt/ vs
highest valence in the sky
where she huddles in her white gloves for Easter
with a nickel twisted in the tops of her
hose like ingots in their gold crucible
where the baskets  she made by hand
for each boy, blue eggs
and for each girl chocolate bunnies
with frothing, pink entrails
with fake hay foaming the Godly loft
for Jesus and his flowers
still angel shaped 
with gout still throbbing in her ankles, all these 
years. 

© 2021 h d e rushin


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Can't say she ain't worth a plug nickel...unless you check her hose.

I remember Easter, the ladies all dressed up in their hats...the men in their Easter suits and ties...
but at Church they never looked happy...

Years later, I think I understand...
I think it was the fake hay, and simply trying to have something to believe in that was better than this.

j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you brother.
Your Nana, dear Dana comes across as a very religious woman and probably strict with it. That nickel twisted in the top of her hose reminded me of stockings and suspenders of old. Long before tights were invented. My Nan would use buttons. I am taken with your Nana's white gloves. They are gleaming, as they would have been every Sunday for church. I imagine she had a fine gospel voice and those Easter baskets perfect. I bet she wore a hat too. I take it from this write that perhaps you didn't quite see religion with the same eyes that she did. I really enjoyed this poem. It made me think about the 1950's when I was a tiddler. Religion was there but my Dad a Catholic and my ma a Baptist. They left it to us to decide where we wanted to fit in. We didn't.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you so very much love. Great insight as always.....dana
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Chris

1 Month Ago

You are welcome Dana. Have a good weekend.
poignant r d ... in incredible peek at Nana ... does/did she really roll a nickel up in her hose? .. that is so vivid an image and setting in time .. love your stuff young lady... and always sharp clinical social statement .. this time about false religion and the frustrations of prayers (perhaps) gone seemingly unnoticed .. if this is of your Nana .. reading your poem makes me really want to know her .. so glad i did not miss this today my friend! well done ... taking stock of me own Faith life .. thank you ;)
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


h d e rushin

1 Month Ago

thank you my friend.....your words are also my inspiration....dana

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