Monday, 4 April 2011


It's been at least a couple of years since I last used rhyming in my poetry. Apologies for the rust!

Mother, the Doctor Lied to Me.

I remember the rules but not the names
collecting pebbles and shells. The games
we played--running, we'd say, to Malta and back.

And then at school we learned of the sea,
dissected the flag and the olive tree.
They warned us about the schisms, the bombs, and the borders.

We learned to fold history neatly in two:
What we read in books and what our grandparents knew.
Our houses had been here longer than the grapevines.

I remember the dust on the windowsill
His books, his glasses, and his words: "I will
have to make sure. Now, open your legs."


  1. invite you to contribute a poem to poets rally week 41, a free verse is accepted.

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  2. welcome,

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  3. There is only so much you can learn from books! These lines ring so true for the necessity for the education system to categorise everything so formally:
    We learned to fold history neatly in two:
    What we read in books and what our grandparents knew.

    Please don't apologise for your work - you master the skill so effectively - I love your use of punctuation and enjambment to maintain the rhyme scheme. Well done! Enjoy the rally.

  4. "we learned to fold history in two" nice metaphor, like it a lot!

    Enjoy the rally!

  5. I still getting over the goosebumps the last stanza gave me.

  6. Thank you all for your kind words. They are all much appreciated.

    Power, tea, and poetry to all of you

  7. Thanks for joining the rally with this piece! Your rhyming doesn't seem rusty at all. The ending packed a nice punch in it as well. Thanks for sharing.

  8. no, not rusty. not much anyways :) a powerfully packed poem, esp. the ending! liked it.

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