" Sappho The Weight of Silk"
The weight of silk
With stone-filled pockets
Virginia drowned her demons.
You mocked yours for eighty years
with smoke and tar: weaned them on men
who sucked your brains, sucked your soul.
You, a child-Mother,
seeking lost youth,
while I, your bastard daughter,
became Cassandra,
seeking roots.
Now, here we are —
holding tight to our congestive failures;
a tide filling your lungs
holding tight to this familial web,
this thread that death will stretch
but cannot snap —
while our demons dance,
weightless,
…free from this silken trap.
© 2003 Janis ( Carole MacRury)
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