This one sinks me every time I read it, and I read it often. It's by RACHEL ELIZA GRIFFITHS,
from her collection Seeing The Body.
House
Pavarotti trembled across the terse
sunlight of every room. Opera music plashed
shining hardwood floors. A plastic bucket of
hot water & bleach steaming in peace, the ugly rag
clenched in my mother's fist like a rose.
She would never stop cleaning our corners, our
walls,
the windows, the doorknobs. On her knees search-
ing
for the one speck of filth another woman might
notice.
Lemon Pledge baptized polished banisters.
Roasted chicken or homemade spaghetti
with garlic bread. Sloppy Joes. Who remembers
that
delicious mess? Those years we children grew de-
voutly
in our mother's love. A feast of discipline & delight.
Inside silent moments, she smiled like a shy girl
& urged us to turn up The Supremes or Smokey
Robinson.
She used to go to Howard Theatre in Washington,
where she was born, and see Stevie Wonder, Otis
Redding.
We always wanted to please her. We lip-synced,
fumbling
The Miracles & The Temptations. Spinning in a
home
of sugar & sweetness, we danced whenever we
could.
I remembered Smokey & Luciano Pavarotti
going back & forth through the proud, warbled
chambers of my childhood. My mother pushed me
into an asylum of books. Hid her own daring
escape inside stacks of etiquette manuals.
A young black mother scrubbing love songs
across the drama of ordinary life.
Her eyes sparkled from soap, longing, lack,
& tears she never shared. She fed us her ghost
stories while fading inside her body, her beliefs.
We chewed hope, fear, rage. Her soul
music cleaned us raw & good. All those days
scraped with a sad future that was gaining
on us like a voice.
Thanks for sharing the poem. It reminded me that I have a poem myself I wrote. It is one of my favorites and really proud of it:
“Symphony Orchestra” By Christopher Ian Hill.
Exquisite sound soar throughout the concert hall.
Has there ever been a more delightful sound? No, not at all.
The symphony orchestra with its instruments in unity,
Play melodious notes with great rhythm and in harmony.
Woodwinds playing their high notes and trills like a bird,
Bright brass blow a triumphant fanfare like no one has ever heard.
Percussion rolls its thunder by a timpani with dynamics ascending
Strings playing bowed, pluck and staccato notes with scales descending.
What emotion? What scenery? Music can express all from…