She told me this while weaving. The sage of ages
grandma's pill
I was on the pill, too, you know
she said
shuttle flying
from gnarled hand to hand
I glared bespectacled
prim and primed with facts
Grandma, you were born in 1915
Oh, but we did use it
the pattern grew in the loom
one pass at a time
like the thread of a fountain pen
forming a coherent story
loop by loop
an umbilical cord
mother to daughter to mother again
she smiled
An asperin worked just fine
for us
in aspiration
It's not a contraceptive
Oh, but it is
as long as you keep it firmly
between your knees
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
Read 568 times
Written on 2012-03-30 at 14:35
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Adrian Wood |
