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Jane Adair: Coda to a Marriage
This room with its complaining floorboards,
rushing spigots, soft latch of doors,
the blackness of dawn before dawn
with its sharps and flats, a discordant
jay’s first recitative of the day – let
it be defined by disappearance.
This poem would like to report a vanishing,
a woman last seen rising from a chalk
outline of herself, a song escaping
from her throat and winging into black –
notes written on the night sky like stars
uncharted. Her sound is a sound that falls
between the staves of treble and bass.
This is not to imply that she is alone.
The moon silvers her walk. A scarf, on loan,
circles her neck. The man who walks beside her,
unfamiliar. What more is there to hear?
The moon’s dial made its predictable click
from wax to wane, the birds went diminuendo.
The grass surrendered its green. By what accord?
On whose authority? Innuendo
and heresy are companion stars –
each consumed with desire. A longing to be heard.
—
Copyright 2016 Jane Adair (formerly Jane Wampler)
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I agree with everyone: a lovely poem!
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Thanks, Laure-Anne!
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Lovely
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Thanks Bonnie, nice to see you here.
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Exquisite poem, Jane– such a lovely cadence, dissonant to the weight of sadness…xxxj
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Thanks for the thoughtful comment Jenne’!
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Thank you, Jenne’
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Lovely poem
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Thanks, Laure-Anne!
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Reblogged this on adairjane1 and commented:
How it can sound when a 21-year marriage begins to end…
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A true pleasure to read, thank you Jane!
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Thanks, tmez!
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