Quest & Elegy , & Sobriety by Linda Bryant

Quest & Elegy 

I want to tune

into you like a pop

song. No, you want me

to look inside quiet

 

nooks — the crow’s torpedo

beak, soft pod of blue

indigo. Mama, where

are you? Gone 16 years

 

& you’re still playing hide

& seek. Are you a red hot

bonfire in Calcutta or a black

hole at heart of the Milky

 

Way? Mother, are you gliding

with stingrays? Starting a new

life in Milwaukee? Whatever

you’re up to it must be damn

 

good. Mama, I forgave you

Christmas morning. Magnificent

as rubies & gold where you are,

but why can’t you visit me? Why?

Sobriety

After she kicked Miller High Life

& Virginia Slims she knit a scratchy

 

avalanche of garb. She taught

herself with long aluminum

 

needles & a carnival of threads — shetland,

merino, cashmere. I was deluged

 

with lamb’s wool cardigans, variegated

mittens, marbled bedspreads, knobby

 

scarves. She labored over a snazzy

pink angora overcoat that plunged

 

past my knees. I don’t recall

much from childhood, the once-clear

 

faces now blurred. Yet, I can

see my grandmother’s knitted

 

gear—every handcrafted stitch

& filigree. How the flash of white

 

chevron stripes on my cabled

V-neck drew the scrutiny of a prized

 

drummer in marching band. His name

gone, but I recall the delicate & tight

 

application of her pearl buttons, the tickle

of spun wool across my forearms.


“I like to think that poetry can make a difference in the world. I appreciate a good topical poem that can take on daunting issues of our times — racism, abuse, addiction. Yet, much of my writing is obsessed with subjects such as family relationships and domestic activities that some might consider time-worn or sentimental. I try to eliminate corniness and take out cliches but I’m never quite sure I’ve done it. I start asking myself questions that take away the courage it takes to submit. Who wants to read another poem about a dead grandmother? What does a poem about knitting do to change the world? I know that no subject is off-limits but I keep trying to elevate my standards and make my writing more consequential. I do not trash the poems exactly; I “sideline” them. I have a couple dozen (maybe more) sidelined poems in my Google Docs. Occasionally I will dive into the files, resurrect a poem, and try to set it free.”

Linda Bryant Davis is a poet in Berea, Kentucky. Occasionally she appears in literary journals. In 2022 she published a chapbook, Swing Set Confessional, by Act of Power Press. A second chapbook, Rough Glow of Late Rembrandt, is forthcoming in 2023. She runs and operates Owsley Fork Writers Sanctuary. You can find Linda (she/her) on Twitter at @BryantWritesPoetry or Instagram @BryantWritesPoetry.

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