Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WHITE RABBIT, by KAREN SWENSON Poet's Biography First Line: Yes, mother / holding the banister with five-year-old fingers Last Line: Come back to climb the stairs. Subject(s): Memory; Mothers & Daughters | ||||||||
Yes, Mother, holding the banister with five-year-old fingers muffled in Sunday gloves I did come down the stairs in my daffodil coat from Best's in my straw hat with the brown ribbons down my back and the round elastic that sliced my throat. Thirty-five years I've tried to remember what we fought about in your upstairs bedroom that I've wiped from the inside of my mind - the house ends for me at the top of the stair - although I can smell your scent the bottle with the perched crystal doves. Dressed in your will of clothes I watch you pin hat to hair in the mirror while my small voice hurls itself against you and a fly blunders into your glass hat falling into the powder in the pink box. Like butter on pancakes the sun melts on the front porch. I unlatch the hutch peel the white cotton from my hands and beat the rabbit to death, that plump passivity of flesh soft as your talcumed thighs. When you discovered the rabbit your hand snaked the dog chain round my legs each blow winding and unwinding pain on the bobbin of my scream. You beat the badness from your doll. I wished you dead. But I kept my secret even while I carried the cigar box to your chant of accusations. All those words have dissolved into the swamp gas of nightmares. Twenty years later you apologized in the car, said it couldn't have been just me, must have been all of us picking it up by the ears - a hemorrhage. I listened but didn't confess. You, eyes taut to the road, never mentioned the whipping and I, now that you're dead just as I wanted you to be, come back to climb the stairs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAWN BEFORE DOW SEASON by JOAN LARKIN ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS FIRST THANKSGIVING by SHARON OLDS HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR by SHARON OLDS CHANEL NO. 5 by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE GLASS ESSAY by ANNE CARSON |
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