FORGET MATILDA
Winter Prompt #19
No problem. I never, ever
remember her. Waking at 4 a.m.,
that old fear clutching—I am not
remembering Matilda. Walking
by the sea, filling my pocket
with white pebbles, admiring
the pair of osprey hovering
beyond the tide-line, I do not
think of Matilda. Stretching
my ice-cleats over my boots,
clipping the leash on the dogs’ collar,
following the ways of rabbits
through the snow—no Matilda.
Singing lonesome madrigals,
buying onions and soap,
drinking coffee with my husband,
feeding the cats,
reading to our grandson—
Matilda never enters my mind.
I have long list of sorrows,
but the one thing I do not regret —
I never remember Matilda.
Oh, there must be a story here. Such a sadly sweet piece.
Well, to tell the truth–the poem is the story! The prompt was simply “Forget Matilda” and I went with it–making up a bunch of stuff. My favorite kind of writing.