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Monday, June 13, 2011

A Gesture of Friendship



A SIMPLE POEM FOR VIRGINIA WOOLF
by Bronwen Wallace (in Signs of the Former Tenant)


This started out as a simple poem
for Virginia Woolf    you know the kind
we women writers write these days
in our own rooms
on our own time
a salute     a gesture of friendship
a psychological debt
paid off
I wanted it simple
and perfect round
hard as an
egg     I thought
only once I’d said egg
I thought of the smell
of bacon grease and dirty frying-pans
and whether there were enough for breakfast
I couldn’t help it
I wanted the poem to be carefree and easy
like children playing in the snow
I didn’t mean to mention
the price of snowsuits or
how even on the most expensive ones
the zippers always snag
just when you’re late for work
and trying to get the children
off to school on time
a straightforward poem
for Virginia Woolf     that’s all
I wanted really
not something tangled in
domestic life the way
Jane Austen’s novels tangled
with her knitting her embroidery
whatever it was she hid them under
I didn’t mean to go into all that
didn’t intend to get confessional
and tell you how
every time I read a good poem
by a woman writer I’m always peeking
behind it trying to see
if she’s still married
or has a lover at least
wanted to know what she did
with her kids while she wrote it
or whether she had any
and if she didn’t if she’d chosen
not to or if she did did she
choose and why        I didn’t mean
to bother with that
and I certainly wasn’t going
to tell you about the time
my best friend was sick in intensive care
and I went down to see her
but they wouldn’t let me in
because I wasn’t her husband
or her father      her mother
I wasn’t family
I was just her friend
and the friendship of women
wasn’t mentioned
in hospital policy
or how I went out and kicked
a dent in the fender of my car
and sat there crying because
if she died I wouldn’t be able
to tell her how much I loved her
(though she didn’t and we laugh
about it now) but that’s what got me
started I suppose wanting to write
a gesture of friendship
for a woman for a woman writer
for Virginia Woolf
and thinking I could do it
easily      separating the words
from the lives they come from
that’s what a good poem should do
after all and I wasn’t going to make excuses
for being a woman      blaming years of silence
for leaving us
so much to say



This started out as a simple poem
for Virginia Woolf
it wasn’t going to mention history
or choices or women’s lives
the complexities of women’s friendships
or the countless gritty details
of an ordinary woman’s life
that never appear in poems at all
yet even as I write these words
those ordinary details intervene
between the poem I meant to write
and this one    where the delicate faces
of my children     faces of friends
of women I have never even seen
glow on the blank pages
and deeper than any silence
press around me
waiting their turn







2 comments:

  1. This is a nice poem to read in the morning, Shawna... It's like a whirlwind or like a day that unfolds and you have so much to do. definitely love the photos! Thank you.

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  2. love love this- all the way down to the colorful wisk.
    xo

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