Poem: Canary

–Rita Dove
From Grace Notes

Bil­lie Hol­i­day’s burned voice
had as many shad­ows as lights,
a mourn­ful can­de­labra against a sleep piano,
the gar­de­nia her sig­na­ture under that ruined face.

(Now you’re cook­ing, drum­mer to bass,
mag­ic spoon, mag­ic needle.
Take all day if you have to
with your mir­ror and your bracelet of song.)

Fact is, the inven­tion of women under siege
has been to sharp­en love in the ser­vice of myth.

If you can’t be free, be a mystery.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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