I do not wish you back again.
I do not want them back again
Those long-lost years re-trod again
That final freakish twilight span
An absence even you mislaid. All gone
For good. And good it is
For I’d not wish return to where
Your face blanked out with who and where.
Your nowhere face, the care and wear
Transferred to caring visitor.
Just ‘how’ is what I’m asking here
To take you back down all the years
And what if fate had not served up
A severance like afterbirth. A giving up
On motherhood, the letting go of four
Small hands, four empty shoes, four
Bright blue eyes the same as you
And bonds like tendons
Torn and soft. And almost new.
Blown apart like thistledown
In separate spaces, up and down
All countrywide. We met across a great divide
Our ships would pass and then collide
But always courteous and kind. And all at sea
A cruel sea, where making waves was strictly banned
Like hugs and kisses, hands in hand.
And mummy just some bandaged bones, I learned at school.
A ghost, entombed.
For my dVerse Meeting the Bar prompt of poetry craft and critique, 'to turn again, about turn again' we are employing the device of 'epiphora/epistrophe' which makes use of consecutive end line repeats of words or phrases. The optional extra is 'Symploce' - a consecutive repeat of first and final words. Since 'epiphora' is also a medical term for excess tear production, I have given the poem a sad theme.
Your poetry really never disappoints, I love how you made it into something so much more than the use of repetition, each stanza telling its own part of a mother-daughter relationship… I found especially this part poignant
For I’d not wish return to where
Your face blanked out with who and where.
Your nowhere face, the care and wear
Transferred to caring visitor.
really touched me.
thank you for that heartfelt feedback Bjorn
Methinks a world of heartache is captured here.
well said Bev
A powerful, moving poem, Laura.
These lines:
“For I’d not wish return to where
Your face blanked out with who and where.
Your nowhere face, the care and wear
Transferred to caring visitor.”
thank you, Merril
You’re very welcome.
The “severance like afterbirth” is nuclear-powered. How she could turn away those small hands, feet, and eyes is a mystery that will never be solved but will always be wondered about. Laura, if this is based on a true story, my heart goes out to those little people.
a spot on term ‘nuclear’ with its powerful punch and a sideways glance at the nuclear family too!!
Laura I never even thought about the family nuclear part of it! Glad you pointed it out.
The letting go and empty shoes really hit hard about the changing dynamics of the family relationship.
thank you – shoes are such a powerful reminder of absence
Superb wordsmithing Laura. The theme evokes a sad ghostly nostalgia for me. The pening lines set the tone and repetition is not dull at all, always showcasing a deeper emotion. Thanks so much for the writing challenge.
especially grateful for your feedback re the repetitions as that can be dull – and thank you for the opportunity to host MTB
This was stunning, especially that closer: “And mummy just some bandaged bones, I learned at school.
A ghost, entombed.” What a BANG to end off with there. Wow.
I feel the sense of grief and poignancy entwined throughout your verse. Almost like abandonment of the narrator, or perhaps a disconnect–something that impacted them so much, they can’t see this person again. It’s beautifully written.
excellent summation of how you read this Lucy – many thanks for a lovely comment
I love your no going back poem. The repetition varied in several word makes the poem flow really well. The idea of times afterbirth is spectacular!
Dwight
many thanks Dwight – it all begins from afterbirth so thanks for spotting that too!
You are welcome!
I feel the complexity of the relationship in your verses, an emotional ride! “the letting go of four
Small hands, four empty shoes, four Bright blue eyes the same as you” is so powerful! 💝
glad you took the ride here Tricia – appreciate your words very much
Powerful, sad, dark, angry, reflective, regretful, determined, beautiful — all of these came to mind as I read your excellent piece here Laura. Well written.
some resonance from you Rob – thank you
Powerful, painful, poignant. I felt the gravity it every line, and was truly reeling in places.
I read it twice, to take it in.
Thank you for hosting, this prompt has brought out some astonishing poetry.
apologies on behalf of the spam catcher – how it could mistake such very nice feedback shows its innate lack of intelligence – and thank you for participating with the prompt
almost left me with tears. captured the heaviness and anger by eloquent “showing” instead of telling, Ms. Laura. the repetition worked as reinforcements to emphasize. these lines are heartrending:
For I’d not wish return to where
Your face blanked out with who and where.
Your nowhere face, the care and wear
Transferred to caring visitor.
I like that ‘showing instead of telling’ – perhaps that is the most powerful way to illustrate – with repetiion too 😉
agreed, Laura! 🙂
Very powerful and very touching. And I love the rhythm.
unusual for me to have a more regular rhythm Kiki – thank you for your kind words
So powerfully and beautifully written. The repetitions you have employed help to reinforce the tale of a heartache which lasts a lifetime. Such delicate similies, with the line breaks just in the right place:
‘Blown apart like thistledown
In separate spaces, up and down
All countrywide.’
nicely observed Ingrid – I especially like ‘delicate similes’
“An absence even you mislaid”–the sorrow of this pierces the heart. (K)
doubling down on epiphora!
I read your poem three times … each with my mouth open, feeling the emotion of every line. Not certain I could ever have reached the depth. What a write!!!!
what fabulous feedback – thank you, Helen
wow, well written, i enjoyed this very much, lot’s of great lines but this one really grabbed me “A cruel sea, where making waves was strictly banned”
thank you for that – and that chosen line spoke to me too!
Laura,
All the imagery rings so true, evocative of a suffering that made little sense yet persisted, though “wrapped up” and “entombed.” Beautifully done.
~🕊Dora
Dora – how well you wrapped this up with an observation even the poet had not fully been aware of
Enchantingly with power ! It captivates one’s heart.
thank you
…my pleasure….
The last week of my mother’s life was like that. Strangely she recognised my husband, and asked about ‘his wife’ while admiring my pink uniform.
so confusing in so many ways