Wise Women in Gyroscope Review

The latest issue of Gyroscope Review contains poems by women who have ‘been around the block’.

I’m delighted that my poem “Chapters” is included. This is the second time I’ve been published in this wonderful review.

Read it on Amazon Kindle or at: http://www.gyroscopereview.com

Or below:

CHAPTERS

I'll try to clean up before I go
although I don't yet know when I'll be going,
for the sun still hangs in the sky,
a bit pale, diluted now, but still it's the sun I've always known.
Who can tell how long the light will last, or when I should start
peeling off possessions, lugging boxes to the curb,
giving away the black silk skirt made out of Dior scraps
which belonged to that French friend whose aunt once worked for thefamous
couturier. She'd sneak cuttings home at night to stitch into new beauty
which I didn't wear often enough, and yet I don't want to leave it
for the grown children to stuff into a plastic bag, cursing the heavy
dull weight of loss, of my leavings,
of Broadway Playbills kept in order, rusted lids and canning jars,
unwaxed Rossignols.
Let's not even mention the books no one wants
with their crepuscular bindings, their thin pages cracked like egg shells.
I'll try to get rid of them before I go
for I know that no one will ever read 
Anna Karenina the way I did, happily ensconced
on a window seat, sixteen years old and home with a head cold,
Mother pouring tisane into a cup and handing it to me, while the December
rays eased their way across the floorboards
and the days, though short, were growing longer,
and I still had chapters left to read.

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Gabriella Brand

Gabriella Brand is a writer, adventurer, and educational consultant. She can't stop teaching and learning foreign languages. She would like to walk on all the continents (three more to go!). Her husband is extremely patient and her children are, fortunately, all grown up.

2 thoughts on “Wise Women in Gyroscope Review”

  1. Your poetry always leaves me with a feeling of, yes, me too. I love the description of the silk skirt, how you didn’t want it to land in a garbage bag. I understand this cleaning out when my mother died. How we don’t see ourselves quite ready. Bravo for this piece.

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  2. “…the sun still hangs in the sky, a bit pale, diluted now, but still it’s the sun I’ve always known…”
    A lovely thought to keep in mind as we ‘of a certain age’ make our rounds drawer to drawer, cupboard to cupboard, sorting, reflecting, cherishing, or tearing into pieces to affirm a woe long past!
    Thank you for a poignant reflection that draws you nearer on this cold October day.

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