Mercy Hospital by Michelle FloydMy mother's nurses have slipped into beautician-flesh
and brought her fingernails to life
with muted shades of red
It's the contrast against the white-hot creases of her skin
which taunts my recognition
as I move from the windows with the sun
bleeding through
and my eyes lave the shadows of her grin
Lifting up, I can hear her blood stir in
The porcelain doll veins of her body
and I approach her with the diffidence of
an awe-struck child
I brush dark locks from her cool forehead
and patter fingertips against her pallor like
nervous raindrops over her opaque lips
and I kiss the tip of her cheek
Lying there, she is perfect and inaccessible
Loved and vanquished
Heavy with remote beauty churning
under her palms
I linger above the calm of her
and immortalize her position to my every thought
Writing her down with a careful retina
and spelling her out in the seconds of a gaze
so that my fingers may one day form
an accurate record of her sleeping grace 01/27/2005 Author's Note: She was in a coma; I watched her with patient eyes.
Posted on 01/28/2005 Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Mark Maxey on 01/28/05 at 01:50 PM I think I remember this one as one you read at Galileos if i remeber correctly...anyway...it's a great poem full of imagery and emotion...good job! |
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/02/05 at 02:25 PM this stirs images of my dear Grandmother before she departed this world... red fingers nails and all... my Mother is mentally ill too, even though she refuses to admit it... this scene you portray is vivid and stark, exquisitely formed with a sadness and beauty all it's own... blessings... |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/28/08 at 03:25 AM Most excellent. I like how you have recorded the actual moments and then described your focus in doing so. |
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