Dear Friends of Seasonal Poets,Each of our featured poets, Pam Schindler, Therese Corfiatis and Susan Austin has provided a poem for you to ‘taste’ before the reading.As usual, RSVPs are essential and admission is $10.00 (cash only) at the door.We look forward to seeing you at Hadley’s on Monday, July 17th at 6:00.Cheers,Irene, Anne and GinaAnne Collins, Gina Mercer, Irene McGuireco-curators: Seasonal Poets at Hadley’s
Silent Hands by Therese Corfiatis
gums form a swaying fabric –
pale grey, silvery olive leaves
meld and merge
into the sky’s blue loom
clouds unwind their threads –
long milky fingers
weave the wind’s rhythms
with silent hands
Half a moon by Pam Schindler
Come and stay,
there’ll be half a moon by Sunday,
a gleaming bowlful of dark
enough to feed
the lover in me, the elusive
heart in you –
all the lost chances,
they are here still,
turning in sleep
in the dark bowl
the new moon comes carrying
like a gift.
Sonnet for lost lasts by Susan Austin
His class lines up in pairs at the berry farm.
His free hand is held out for me to find.
I’m surprised to feel his whole hand in my palm:
he used to curl his fingers round one of mine.
Another little last, like the daytime nap?
Last time I hold his hand to cross a street,
last picture book read snuggled in my lap,
the final time I help him brush his teeth.
When will be the last we share a bath?
No camera will snap the final trolley ride,
the moment plastic cups give way to glass.
His fluffy monkey comforter will slide –
with the glee he gets from using arms to fart –
into that chest of lost lasts in my heart.