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Lucy Simpson

Lucy Simpson
Location
Monument, Colorado, United States
Birthday
December 20
Title
The Cleaner
Company
dishesmealsandpoopybutts
Bio
I am a published poet and exhibited artist living in the shadow of the small, but lovely Mount Herman, a part of the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I raise children, tend gardens, cook, write, clean, sculpt, read.....................................................................................

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MARCH 11, 2011 12:41AM

Keepsake

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              "When the hour for departure drew near the old mother went to her bedroom, and taking a small knife she cut her fingers until they bled, then she held a white rag under them, and letting three drops of blood fall into it, she gave it to her daughter, and said: "Dear child, take great care of this rag, for it may be of use to you on your journey."of (annotated version at www.surlalune.com)

I will spare you the histrionics
of taking the boning knife to my fingers
Blood need not be spoken

I wish to be useful
and warn you of the guile of others
both women and men

Be wary the one who rides with you
who carries cyanide capsules
in the pocket of her smile

We all bleed when alive
liquid rubies on white cloths
Then comes the time
when our hair thins
and splays wild in wind

When I am long dead
my face as bare
as the horse's head
hung on the gate
I will still speak to you
enter your dreams

and the dreams of your daughters
a bit of guaze in the river
floating up

the bit of red that ties the eyes
a mouth
a purse
whatever you need

Lucy Simpson, Seattle, 2009, revised 2011                                 

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must be some of that Chinese cooking. just pulling your chopsticks. interesting folklore feel to it.
I'm keeping the surreal title to my blog. I still cook, but my heart is really in poetry and art.
This is a really strong and original poem Lucy.
I have reviewed it elswhere, and love it still.

Is

"who carries cyanide capsules
in the pocket of her smile"

new?

'The pocket of a smile.' Not sure if this works for me.
I guess you mean crease or edge or corner. A cyanide
capsule is kept as a crown on a tooth I think. At least
it is in the spy caper fiction I am used to. Your cyanide
metaphor is for a hidden deception, a "guise" of some kind, I
get that, but won't that affect the other person more than
the daughter of the poem?

Nitpicky of me, but...

Anyhow. its a fav poem of mine from you!


eric
This is a really strong and original poem Lucy.
I have reviewed it elswhere, and love it still.

Is

"who carries cyanide capsules
in the pocket of her smile"

new?

'The pocket of a smile.' Not sure if this works for me.
I guess you mean crease or edge or corner. A cyanide
capsule is kept as a crown on a tooth I think. At least
it is in the spy caper fiction I am used to. Your cyanide
metaphor is for a hidden deception, a "guise" of some kind, I
get that, but won't that affect the other person more than
the daughter of the poem?

Nitpicky of me, but...

Anyhow. its a fav poem of mine from you!


eric
I like to think of the sentiments of this poem as true for my daughter also..that some piece of me will be recognizable to her in the everyday of her life when I am gone.
@ Eric - I meant to say that envy hurts the person who envies. The cyanide hidden in her smile will eventually kill her.