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Poem for Wednesday


Peace, After Long Madness
By Ned O'Gorman


After a long madness peace is an assassin
in the heart. Where there had been the clenched
fist, the strung out sinew, the hamstrung grin,
the erect eye and hand on every shadow like a spy,
now the river springs from the crystal of its sleep
in a sapphire lunge to the sea. A year of madness
is a libation poured out of nettles and boiled
herbs, of knives oiled with honey that cut silently
to the spine. I was madness's kin, no, more its
parent blood, its coursing lymph, its skeleton.
I kept company with lunacy, broke bread with him,
lay beside him, my head in his arms, felt him draw
down the sheet to watch me as I shook and so it was
one year till now.
                  Now the rocks become a sweetness
in the listless meadow, the lutist brays to
the ashes, flowers in the red crystal bowl push
against the windowpane and I sleep again,
my hands beneath my cheek, legs straight out,
eyes shut against the inward stratagem of dream
and the bedsheets and counterpane lie upon me
no more leaded capes of knobbed steel, but companions
of my skin, like the surface of my river is kindred
balm to the volcanoes and riven headlands that lie beneath it like pain.

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Did some work, did some writing, did some stuff with kids, had dinner with parents, did some grocery shopping. Somehow did not have time to read LiveJournal, nor answer all my mail, nor catch up on theatrical_muse. Now it's tomorrow and both kids have dentist appointments and I have a lunch date with my husband to go see a noontime concert at the farmer's market. And it's already Wednesday. Oh but I want to know: where does the time go?

Ah well, I think we are close to having T&C12 done and I think I have a title for the entire Snape Epic and, you know, if the only good thing I can say writing-wise about 2004 is that we finished this thing, that will still be a hell of a lot closer to finishing a real novel than I have ever come before in my life.


Gourd pumpkins for the_reverand, who wanted something orange and all I had to offer last week was Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.


And fancy gourds in more lovely fall colors. One of my favorite things about Sukkot are the number of gourds on display.


Indian corn and green peppers.


Red apples and a redder weed growing in the orchard.


It's the season of the witch...


...and pumpkins, and hay rides, and caramel apples.
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