Jenifer James
Sep 26, 2013

Tribute in nine

1.
slow waltz in slippers
gramophone croons whispers
rocks waves soft blue sea

hall walled with rubbish
papers ten years old
stale news stairway/ somebody’s heaven

it’s like… holding a moth/buzzing wings/candle burnt /fragile bony softness
green
apple breath

somewhere a cabbage oozes in darkness

2.
hands shaky as a fit/ slaps lipstick
near her mouth/misses it

3.
stained dress
cocktail hour/bumps smoker’s lips

4.
tears:
daughter on the phone
vibrations of dislike

mutually accepted

5.
hair bounces doggedly unbowed
unbrushed unwashed defiant

storm clouds gather

6.
daughter preaches
hospitalisation medication psychotics sedation urination
constipation
neurology pathology psychology

alcohol induced dementia: Korsakov’s

finally hagiography- study of saints -
herself

7.
lined in a thousand places
smile at me
honey from the wild bee

8.
drugged with good behaviour
skinned of sin
black eyed open mouthed

outside the moon

9.
I paint shadows
charcoal chalk
death bed monochrome silk

I remember her vibrant

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I have been away for a while - lots happening, good, interesting, and challenging +++. This is a tribute I have had on the back burner for about four years. It started off by being quite light hearted but became more somber as I re-wrote and looked back. Korsokoff''s is alcohol induced dementia and I do not mean to be dismissive of the daughter and her plight coping with her mother and such a complicated illness (in case any of you are coping with such things) but in all things in life, it is hard not to take sides!

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: nsw, australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Too many influences

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Comments

weirdelf

Fucking great poem too.
I simply don't have it in me to quibble about any word choices right now, the gestalt is effective.

I look forward to more.