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  Bonnie Morrissey
Poems

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Poems 1
Belonging
​Crucifixion
Poems 2
A Bowl of Pears
Bear Visits the Mulberry Tree
Poems 3
A Box to Hold Your Ashes
The Moon is Not a C
Can Carry
Poems 4
Loughcrew Passage Tomb
Scribe of Sands
Time’s Arms

A Bowl of Pears

“No, put it there” you say, pointing,
impatient, from your hospice bed.
Because you can not. And so I move
the bowl of three pears four inches
to the left, just to the right of the jar
of honey you extracted two months ago
in September, in our kitchen,
Sol and Brian under your direction,
sweating as hot knives slice pentangle
caps from combs, the homes the bees
made, the repository of their gold,
now in a jar on a TV stand
next to a bowl of fruit, just so.
“Good”, you say, “now come sit down
here, near me”, and you pat the bed
with the arm that works, exactly
where you want me to sit, and I do.

© 2015
Bear Visits the Mulberry Tree

Bear traipses, huffing, up and over the bluff,
and visits the mulberry tree in the night,
while I labor to sleep. Now a neat scat pile 
marks the presence of her absence.
 
As I replicate her steps for my own gorge, 
I am indicted. Blood purple stains mouth 
and fingers; juice etched on hunger’s 
orifice and hands’ avid tools of taking. 

We devour, relentless in our wail for ​more  
as leaves and branches fall away in the failing light.
Sweetness dissolves even as we grasp,
leaving us with the aftertaste of oblivion.

While bear on the bluff sniffs for berries,
bear in my dreams stands in the barn doorway, 
waiting in stillness on the threshold of darkness, 
knowing soon she will have her way.


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