Wednesday, April 11, 2012

In Honor of National Poetry Month - Kathryn Stripling Byer


Attic    
by Kathryn Stripling Byer

Not buried
but piece by piece carried
up narrow stairs
into the rafters,

her leavings
have summered through
forty-five seasons
of Bible-Belt heat.

I can stand only so much
of being up here,
on this late August afternoon,
dead-end of summer

in which I come looking
for her again.
In the usual places.
This jewelry casket,

for instance.  Inside it
she stares from the heart
of a foliate brooch
that I raise in a tangle

of gold chains I don't
try to loosen.  She's still
here: a face
I have used up

with wonderings.
High cheekbones.
Hollows.
A mouth slightly open

and inside that
vacancy,
no invitation
for me to speak out of it.


2 comments:

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Kaye, thanks so much! I'm honored to be featured on your wonderful blog. And with this particular poem. I don't think I've exhausted this subject yet, and I probably never will.

Kaye Barley said...

Kay, Hi!!!!
How sweet of you to drop by, thank you!
It was hard for me to choose a favorite piece from your work. Many of your poems touch me deeply, but this is particularly haunting.
xxoo