Grandfather Clock

Grandfather Clock

 

 

 

an old business card

plain,

a few typed words

“I love you's” not heard

she is abandoned

he is lethargic with his lavish praise

a banker's daughter 

short of funds,

of fun,

of the tapestry of family

sewn into incriminating patchwork

 

She looms

stitching absurd

temperament fastidiously

frozen

that woman of flaming hair

burnt heart

 

the uncomfortable teller

eyes darting every which way

the near child

abuts seventeen

on her own,

 

blood is a thin substance

when the motives for bleeding

are selfish clues

to detachment

of a timepiece that could not sustain

its paternal investment.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/8/22

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What a powerful poemJacob. It really captures the heartbreaking tragedy of a kid alone in the world.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dale,
j.