Louisa Howerow: Two Poems

marathonlitreview —  June 23, 2016 — Leave a comment

Long Time Coming

nothing to do this day
bury our father

in the dense shade
of the linden tree

its heart-shaped leaves
drip honeydew

here’s the sticky under-story
we, the children left behind

too loud, too bold, too much
like him, refuse to wilt

this hothouse afternoon
speak of small consolations

for his garden
an increase in worm castings

lady beetles
certain we smell rain

Out There

Window open to electromagnetic forces,
my uncle sends telepathic messages out there,
while I sit at his card table and wait for him

to receive a sign. A fly settles on a jam lid,
another buzzes inside the jar. I’m here to help
fill in the case questionnaire, commend him

for remembering his dentures. His answers
detour, come slowly, or not at all. He places
his hand on his t-shirt logo, a faded celestial map,

pressing the tight shirt even closer to his skin.
“Looks good on you.” He smiles, offers tea
in a blue enamel mug, takes nothing for himself.

“Soon everything will be all right,” he says.
I suspect he knows what I don’t.

Louisa Howerow’s
latest poems appeared in The Fiddlehead, Carousel and Red Earth Review. Her poetry has also been included in anthologies, most recently, Imaginarium 4: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing (ChiZine Publications),Cider Press Review, Best of, volume 16 and River of Earth and Sky: Poems for the Twenty-First Century (Blue Light Press).

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