The Sisters

In the late days of long wars.

We wanted to mend, so kept company with our mothers’ ghosts. Our yesterdays were wounded and came to us until every bed was full. 

O muse. Your song was bleeding out. 

We brought cloths and went to you. We wrapped you tight and held against the flow. It entered then.

We are still, holding. 

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

2 thoughts on “The Sisters”

  1. Robert Parker – Milwaukee, WI – Hello! Glad you stopped by! My life, so far, in a few sentences: Grew up in the Finger Lakes region of Upstate New York, closer to Toronto than to NYC. Graduated from Washington College in Chestertown, MD, and M.Sc. from U of Wisconsin. Lived in Hong Kong; Hull (Yorkshire); Williamsburg, Va.; Philadelphia; Pucón, Chile; Boston; now living in Milwaukee. Visited eighteen countries so far and planning to visit a lot more. I'm interested in history, politics and political theory, music, especially Motown and soul, theater, movies, economics, books, poetry, travel, hiking, education, food & cooking, art of all sorts, photography, architecture, hiking, and most of all, people. OK I mentioned food, but ice cream deserves a special mention. And Singapore Noodles. My site is "WaterlooSeneca.com" a/k/a "UpState & Away" All posts are hand-selected, curated, small batch, and artisan-roasted. The darker roasts may hint of acidity, bitterness, and scorched earth, but our house blend is a mug of half-baked monkey beans, pretty mellow, with floral afternotes and just a hint of kerosene and anarchism. No animals were harmed in the making of this blog. Although there is animal testing - - before posting them, I try all my jokes out on the cat. So far, not one laugh.
    Robert Parker says:

    Poignant and lovely.

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