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Poetry Offering from Rebecca Jackson | Poem




Memoryof the Fall





She wandersa vague triangle--
kitchen, hallway,window--the sharpening angle
of afternoon frettedwith the gulls'
hysterical laughter,lonely and dry.
There is a  tangin the air, a wry
thunder-promise tangledwith waiting, the eye
of the storm suffusingthe rooms, listening to her bones creak
and laughing softlywith the gulls. Her mobility reeks
of stillness, shesmells like seeds in spring, like old grass that ekes
a life from salt andsand.  This is the moment before release,
the tide-turn, thepearl-grain, an ease
that is distant andimmanent, like the sea.
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Memoryof the Fall

Do you rememberthe night
we spoke in tongues
and everything wasfree,

You built a fire
from crumbling branchesand sterno--
it licked your fingers
like a dog, and smoked
grey-green into thecold humidity
of 7 o'clock

We dismembered theafternoon
and cast her,
piece by piece,
into the fire,
deciphering the long
shadows of the grass
as the blade of themoon
sliced the sky,
a bowl replete
with restless ironstars

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You are acreation of words
choked with verdantsyllables,
ideas made flower-flesh,
the whorl of an orchid'sthroat
gasping beneath theonslaught
of delineation

You plumb the ophidiandepth--
the wary and unwarycharm
of vegetation anddeep thready roots;
a habit of translation

You are a veritablejungle
of language--
a profusion of insistentvines and color,
you exhaust the sun--
a transcendence ofphotosynthesis

Your speech breathes,
a vegetable frenzy
a living flow,
slipping towards poolsof water and rivers and rain,
there is a frighteninglucidity
locked green beneathyour skin.

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Rebeccahas difficulty pinpointing when she took a turn for the literary, althoughshe thinks it could be traced back to 3rd grade, with her "masterpiecethat began "Red is the color of the evening sky / red is the color of abike you buy." Rebecca has spent considerable time in the field of creativewriting, editing various literary magazines, and running workshops andcritiquing seminars. After earning her undergraduate degree in Englishwith a specialization in creative writing, she moved to the Midwest, andcompleted her M.A. in English at the University of Illinois.

Rebeccacurrently lives in Illinois, and works as an Organizational DevelopmentSpecialist for Technisource Inc. In addition to writing, she divides whatlittle spare time she has among the Society for Creative Anachronism (amedieval and renaissance re-creation society), costuming, photography,and Malachite (a somewhat demanding iguana).

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