The Accordion

 

the accordian

The best of sweet and bitter greens

simmers in her large pots on the stove

along with some meat. The windows are cranked

half open like the woman’s attention

toward the yard. Just enough to hear a guest

play his melodeon. The rest of her concentration

on the noonday meal.  She listens to the fade in/fade out

of what she imagines is the sea and lovers in a folksong

from  the low  country.

 

No words but the winsome squeeze of the instrument

like that of the heart , makes the strange melody

familiar, malleable to her mind. Memories of her own lover

(today a husband) dissolve into greener times. Those summers

before lightning split the lilac bush

and the garden’s litany of plants

spoke for a bungalow couple, not a boarding house crowd.

In those younger hours, her partner would describe

how a hummingbird blazed emerald in the sun, brilliantly

green as her eyes. And now, he looks at the same  bird

and says it’s a large wasp stinging flowers

only reminding him there are wasps to smoke

in the porch rafters and nettles to slash

along the walkway. Their leaves prick and perturb the flesh

as much as the intimacy of being typical, too quick. She turns off

the low flame. The food is ready but she is not; the music

inviting her to linger in Gascony . Partially there,

the rest of her evaporates with the steam.

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The lovely watercolor is by artist, Elise Engler.

 

4 comments

  1. “The food is ready but she is not; the music

    inviting her to linger in Gascony . Partially there,

    the rest of her evaporates with the steam”

    Wendy,

    You are noted for your ability to bring a subject to life
    and also for your dynamic endings. You combine those
    two gifts in this poem. Both painting and poem capture
    and pull the reader into the scene.

    It is a joy to become one with this poem.

    Sarah

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  2. Thank you Sarah!

    Your words always make me feel my writing matters and has merit! I so deeply appreciate your continual interest in my work and your wonderful thoughtfulness. It keeps me hopeful and going as a writer!

    Again, many thanks!
    Take care
    all m best always,
    Wendy

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  3. Oh, these lines have a sting.
    A relationship where all of the thrill is gone.

    “he looks at the same bird
    and says it’s a large wasp stinging flowers
    only reminding him there are wasps to smoke”

    “Their leaves prick and perturb the flesh
    as much as the intimacy of being typical”

    The best of sweet and bitter in her pot
    brings to my mind the sweet and the bitter
    that can be part of a long relationship.

    Much enjoyed reading.
    take care,
    Kerri

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  4. Thanks so much Kerri!

    I deeply appreciate your wonderfully keen comment on this poem — and your take on this is right on target. Thanks again , so mucfh, for sharing your ideas and perspective. Always enjoy hearing from you!!

    Take care
    Wendy

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