(my Mother) Midnight Sun

Poem By Janice Windle

The sun is late to bed
and I was late home.
The flush at the horizon
is a mirror of my mother's
angry blood-suffused cheeks.
Alone after the showdown's ended,
I stand at my window.
The sea's a gradated bowl,
indigo at the horizon,
silver flecked with red below.
It calms me with its indifference.

I can see the dunes from here,
the sharp grasses whistling and
whining in the onshore breeze
that sweeps across the links,
into the hollow where we lay
huddled under his raincoat,
seeking each other's warmth
like small wild animals.

I begin to paint the midnight sun
and my hysterical tears dry
on my unrepentant face.

Comments about (my Mother) Midnight Sun

the first five lines open up a colorful vivid imagery...good work, Janice...i liked...10

5,0 out of 5
1 total ratings

Other poems of WINDLE

(for Dónall) One Of Those Nights (1)

It was one of those nights when clouds hid the moon,
when you said, 'Come to bed, love, ' and I answered, 'Soon...'
as I opened the windows on Facebook and Myspace
and started to blog, and our love was in second place

(for Dónall) Gifts

You give me
poems speaking truths,
living pictures
that dance for me;

(for Dónall) Portrait Of A Poet, Sleeping

Turning her head she finds his sleeping face
a few inches from hers. A moment to hold
in her mind’s gallery. Immobile, peaceful,
open to her calm inspection,

(my Mother) Double-You-Eye-Gate

My mother was a staunch member of the Women's Institute in the village where she lived the last thirty-five years of her life. This poem is about an incident that took place at about the same time as the Watergate scandal in the United States.

She flicks the switch, the room is bugged.
She smiles to think the girls she’s hugged

(ups And Downs Collection) Good News Is No News

Good news is no news.
I want to write about
the party that was unmitigated fun;
the day that ended happily as it began;

(for Dónall) On Buying New Lingerie... A Double Bill

On Spending an Exceedingly Long Time in Debenham’s Lingerie Department Buying Bigger Underwear After the Usual Christmas Indulgence Despite Dónall’s Kind Assurances That It is AS HE LIKES IT!

I’m busy in the changing room
choosing bras, to fit my bigger,