INVISIBLE–playing with pantoums

INVISIBLE

Without a magic cloak, invisible am I.

Childbed did not claim me, nor milk-sick, nor the plague.

My tough-nailed fingers are knobbly and dry;

My gait grows slow, my back is stooped from all the heavy years.

 

Childbed did not claim me, nor diptheria nor plague.

Black my garments now, flat boots and unshed tears.

My gait is slow, my back is stooped from all the heavy years.

I gaze out fly-specked windows at the falling snow.

 

I wear a black hat now and boots.  I shed no tears.

My garden sleeps beneath the leaves in the frozen ground.

I stare out fly-specked windows at the falling snow,

brown birds a-shelter in the shrubberies around.

 

My garden sleeps beneath the leaves in the frozen ground:

garlic bulb and herb, onion, daffodil.

Brown birds shelter in the shrubberies around,

one cardinal passes red across the gray stone hill.

 

Asleep:  garlic bulb and herb, onion, daffodil.

Cats sleep in chairs, in cupboards, upon my narrow bed.

One cardinal passes red across the gray stone hill;

at midnight from the bare oak tree the brown owls call.

 

Cats sleep in chairs, in cupboards, upon my narrow bed.

My long and clever fingers are knobbly, cold and dry.

In the tree beside my little house, the brown owls call.

Without a magic cloak, invisible am I.

 

 

MP  Jan. 30, 2006

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