06 May Poets’ Corner: Erika X 2 for Mother’s Day
In most cases, the lucky ones, mothers are the Linus blankets of our early lives. We hang on as long as we can. Early on, we can’t go to sleep without them nearby. When we think of our most cherished childhood memories, moms typically play central roles in the narrative, providing warmth, understanding, and life lessons we metabolized then – or now in maturity. Moms may not walk around with halos surrounding their heads. But that is only because when the halos get tarnished, that would be one more thing to clean.
Erika Gordon writes poetry, works for the Telluride Film Festival in community outreach, and teaches yoga. Her first collection of poetry, “Of Eyes and Iris,” was published by Liquid Light Press in 2013. Her second work, “Phases” was published in February 2016.
Below are two tributes to Mother’s Day… because Erika is that too, a loving mom (and at times, when necessary, a mother lion).
Eleven
Hand in hand,
our breaths freeze
into the shape of laughter
and the moon
is smiling, too,
white-toothed crescent
suspends the last light
of the setting sun.
We buy magnetic bingo
to play
at the Thai place,
where we take too many mints
and wink at each other
each time we pass
the bowl. At home,
we crunch the candies
between our teeth
in a pitch dark room
to watch the sparks fly,
a trick my father
left for us, you tape
blue paper
to your arms and flap
your bluebird wings
into my room,
I watch you fly,
and we are in the middle,
you and I,
not quite what we were,
nor what we will
become, and lingering
tonight,
so joyously,
so perfectly
in between.
AND….
Morning Haiku
Five minutes of your
snuggling, worth more than seven
hundred years of gold.
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