Today's poem is by Cecily Parks
The Fern Seed
fern seed: the seed of the fern; once popularly supposed to be an
invisible seed and to confer invisibility upon its possessor.-Oxford Universal Dictionary
By the slight dimpling of my palm
unfastened me from the eye's sight.
stem or stone, bird or rain-landscapes fathomed
for me. Tongue and groove, threshold and stair:
the cellar's wettest room, you did your sorting
your hands. And knew that all was as I'd left
in each wall, nor the same sag in the hardwood floor
I left, choosing the entrance for my exit.
on the uphill, my skirts still riding the clotheshorse.
I knew I owned it, meat and hull. What meat
I cannot say, except that one swallowing
Splendid undress: I lost my elbows first.
What I bodied through bodied through me
my passage; the offing heeded my oncoming.
At an amble, I entered the house you built
dishevelment was elsewhere. I found no drawer
unshut, no hair in a fruit cup, and within
unceasingly, soothing your fingers with
dove-bodied things. Carpenter, I heard
it, which was not what I'd expected
in my absence. Nor each dormer level
giving beneath my ill-defined feet. In short,
I wanted the house to miss me more, and so
Goodbye, doorframe; goodbye, sill.
You should be saddened by my gallop
Love, I was ever your cocksure domestic.
But for my part, I preferred the solitary dwelling.
Copyright © 2006 Cecily Parks All rights reserved
from River Styx
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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