October’s Hallows

I’ve set our window for lunch.
Will you come back to me?
October lies
in-between. Like you and me…
between love and loss and life and death;
under thresholds 
with hard spoons and painted forks.

I saw her 
set our window for lunch.
I tried going back to her,
shouting, 
“I exist, still. 
In-between
October’s hallows 
and our promises of forever.”
Ears flooded by tears 
and eyes deafened by sobs, 
missed me.

I reached for her falling fork, 
held it for a wet second. 
She never knew. 


for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Open Link Monday - October 6, 2014)

Magpie Tales 137: It Must Be Time for Lunch Now by Francesca Woodman

62 comments:

  1. Whew, grisly ending tale ~ A perfect story for Halloween October ~

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    1. This is the time for the in between, indeed ;-)

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  2. It is beautiful Mags. I have been awake less than 30 minutes and here I am crying my eyes out already. It is wonderful.

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    1. I'm sorry my words made you cry so early. Let them be Witch tears, the ones that cleanse as they fall, for they bring clearer tomorrows ;-)

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  3. so very hauntingly sad Great job!

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    1. "hauntingly sad" I like that. I think you are right ;-)

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  4. Beautiful, evocative,hope and sadness in the same moment of time. Precious moment :) XXX

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    1. Nothing like that sliver of hope to remind you that even when it seems that the end is too near, the world hasn't fall on your head yet. She might see the fork... and munch on something tasty ;-)

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  5. I am trying - how to say how good this is.
    I still can't figure it out, what to say
    except I like it - but that's not right either.
    This poem is not for liking
    though it catches the ghost
    who has lost her way
    and you found her as well as anyone can...

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    1. I love when someone's words leave me not knowing exactly what to say, just feeling 'something.' You've made my day.

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  6. I love the haunting beauty and painful memories of love that is lost and remembered in ritual. So many tears.... ♥ Thank you for sharing this, Magalay.

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    1. "haunting beauty and painful memories of love that is lost" how true. They are always so hard to deal with, seem like they will never heal, then they do, or are soothed, but something always lingers...

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  7. How right you are - ears can flood with tears if you cry while laying down...

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    1. Now explain "Eyes deafened by sobs" . . .

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    2. Have you ever sobbed so hard that your face gets hot and so shaky that your vision blurs? All you see is the glare of heat. The vibration of your own screams shake the world, until all you see is friends torn to pieces by IEDs, women abuse by husbands who believe they are less than animals, kids burn alive because a so called "learned holy" man tells a village that the children were cursed?

      When you see your friends butchered in front of you... when you hold the hand of a 21-year-old man who is dying... you cried hard, and ugly, because there isn't much else to do, until you have to move on and continued living... knowing they never will.

      At that moment, "Eyes [are] deafened by sobs..."

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    3. Jinksy, I love that you felt the physicality of it. It is kind of good to know that I'm not the only one who has cried until I need not only tissue, but also Q-tips. Being alone is an ugly thing ;-)

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  8. i love love love that last line....xx

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    1. I am very glad. I kind of like it, too ;-)

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  9. This is haunting and sad. That in-between place is no place to be.

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    1. Unless it's twilight in good company with a nice glass of wine ;-)

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  10. a poem to linger in thought with

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    1. I hope you guys spend some quality time together ;-)

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  11. Great expression of loss and regret.

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  12. Like it, sometimes it hard feeling in between never knowing.

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    1. Indeed. The pain of just being there without interacting or without knowing... the idea is terrifying to me.

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  13. That in between place, that limbo ~ this is so lovely.

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    1. "lovely" "limbo"... now I have a very uncanny image in my mind.

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  14. Wonderful write...lovely and sad.

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  15. My,my! Leaves a heaviness in my heart. So sad!

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    1. Hope the day brings light that takes the heaviness away ;-)

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  16. Lovely conversation of in-between!

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    1. Two one-sided conversations about the same thing, by the same people, and at the same time... I can see it ;-)

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  17. Beautiful my friend! Love it!

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    1. And that makes me smile, my crow goddess ;-)

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  18. The imagery of cutlery and Halloween gives me chills.. that last enigmatic line really makes me wonder what is happening

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    1. "cutlery and Halloween gives me chills..." I think that will stay with me.

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  19. Ears flooded by tears and eyes deafened by sobs - so wonderful. This poem reminds me
    of the movie Ghost. Amazingly beautiful, Magaly

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    1. I was full of love and loss when I wrote this one, so yes...

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  20. Tear-flooded ears.. that says a lot in a few.

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  21. I also flashed on the tears in the ears--been there a few--but mostly this poem dances on the meridian between love and loss and in doing so, measures for us an acceptance of the transitory nature of things, but also the realization of the wheel that cycles the seasons, the time that inevitably serves up the next meal. Very October-y.

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    1. The acceptance of "having been there for a while," of knowing that regardless of how much time it goes by, it will continue to hurt... but that's all right; the Circle of Life will turn as it will. October-y, indeed.

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  22. You write so powerfully Magaly and beauty is never missed too...

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  23. "held it for a wet second"

    Love that fleeting sense of connection this line gives me. It seems like a moment of touch, even without the other's awareness; as though there's an almost-comfort, which seems better than no comfort at all.

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  24. you make me reconsider October, which always feels both beginning and end, but never in-between.

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    1. "beginning and end" is a good way to think of October, methinks. A good month to consider what was and what will be.

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  25. ohhh, that last line really grabbed me. so much said there. sounds as if you are conversing with a dark, fall night. love it!

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  26. Another wonderful archival piece, Magaly. Dark and delicious

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  27. Haunting is the right word for this piece. I, too, have been in that place of eyes and ears. I think you explained in perfectly in one of your replies. This is going to another one of my favorite pieces, Magaly.

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    1. This is one of those pieces that felt like it was being whispered into my ear as I wrote it...

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