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The Keep
by Alison McKenzieNow I wait.
The Darkness, having been roused
From the depth and protection
Of all my many defenses,
Breathes in
And holds;
Breathes in,
And holds –
Spent.
Life shuffles around me
In that way it always does –
Breakfast and the wash,
Bills and the summer wind –
While I tiptoe carefully through,
Letting the gentle quiet scour out
The aftermath.
The years between exposure
Ban together in silent ascent,
Weaving the new elements
Into the fabric of every one of me.
I hold my knees tightly,
Rocking ever so,
Turning my head to gaze at you –
There with your wolf
Holding the sentinel’s place
In solemn authority.
In the near distance,
A baby begins to cry.
06/28/2010 Posted on 06/28/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 06/28/10 at 05:52 PM It's a powerful journey to begin, and very beautifully written. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/28/10 at 06:35 PM We wait to understand the way the emotional weave of this textile will fit itself into the rest of the pattern, we search for beacons, signal, portents of which way we're supposed to start living again...beautiful, Alison. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/28/10 at 08:44 PM i must say, the second stanza is incredible! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/29/10 at 11:33 PM ...ali, i read this yesterday and it was too deep, too real. i was not sharp enough to grasp it all; one couldn't. this is a visceral, wispy glimpse of your soul, sorta holographic. this is stout as mare's breath. i knew i could get it. as close as another can, eh? howeverso meagerly. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/03/10 at 01:54 AM The title, of course, but the word I keep is "hold" for I can see you holding, caring, being there day after day, your gentle footfall a testament of love and care. The wolf can watch, but another who watches too - the fury of a loving soul. Bless you, Ali. Thanks |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/04/10 at 03:52 PM Quite the psychological capture of yourself Alison. I like how you create drama...suspense throughout, leading to that last haunting line. Rebirth or regression? Either way, it works fine. |
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