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Whirling with Marge

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “Maggid” by Marge Piercy.


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
Born of wanderers
following cracks in the earth—
this is her story.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
under loads of straw
so heavy that they must crawl—
three peasant women
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Who chose the desert
over fields of ripened grain?
What were they thinking?
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
wanderers with shoes
escaping Egypt by night
with untied laces
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a child’s naughtiness—
the mother’s heart collapses
like an umbrella
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
bodies by the way
crows picking at putrid flesh—
immigrant children
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
small bones of children
wrapped in tattered white quilts
from the old country
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
abandoned treasures—
among them an old clay pot
filled with untold tales
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Where their empty pots
are suddenly filled with bones—
tell me that story.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the stinking hold
of a ship with splintered deck
they make for safety.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Under our pillows
a thousand new dreams open
as flowers in spring.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 206

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