The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                          June-2011                                                        Number-1

 

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Those Never Written

††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† by Anca Vlasopolos 

at my motherís cutting board i

learned what came first

or rather what came inextricably

together 

the hen my mother dissected for at least

three of our dinners

      meat being so very dear

held deep inside her a pouch

of eggs like amber beads

going from penpoint to almost full size 

so when i too go

should there be reason to cut me up

will all these bottled

stored

nearly forgotten

poems

i didnít write

bunch up

like hen eggs clusters of hanging grapes 

or line up

neatly

a string of maiming

debris

waiting to be sheathed

into perhaps

unlikely

pearls?