New for Thursday April 15 in our Poem a Day for Poetry Month
Here is the featured poem for today for National Poetry Month, once again from Antonia Facciaponte’s newest collection. We hope your enjoy it.
for Bruce Meyer
Amidst the background guff
of gabbing mouths that meander
through post-ceremony plans, I
zip up my sleek, sable gown,
ordain myself with the fluffed fur
sash that hangs in a V
around my neck. Last, the hat—
a mortarboard cap, a conversion
of dusty construction gear
into a smoothly stitched form,
hardly humbling my head
of peach-scented hair—yet, it is
a reminder of the bridgemakers,
the unknown past that built
my own breath. Imagined mortar
grows succulent, gleaming
in dryness on my skull, crawling
down my forehead, temples, eyes
and nose and mouth, pulling
itself like putty into pores
and spellbinding blood vessels.
I am remade as sand and water.
My bones have always been clay.