Fanning Fire


Fanning Fire

Fanning Fire

Damn. I knew I should have vacuumed.
My mother always vacuumed
Despite five kids who always had five friends,
A couple of dogs, cats, and my dad’s work boots.

My mother was ahead of her time or in denial or
chose escapism or was simply drunk. I don’t care. She played
with us kids on her clean floors, finally clean floors. She had a house
with clean floors.

While she laid on her back
she would place her narrow feet on my hip bones
our fingertips touching – ground eagle, sky eagle –
wingspan to wingspan, “Fly, Suzy, fly!”

I soared beyond her rages and whipping yardsticks.

The grass on the middle lawn was thick like golf courses,
a carpet most plush by the brick fireplace
never mortared never made permanent
the snakes nested there.
Mumma and I sat there and the snakes would come.
“This is how you hold them” her hand steady and direct
her voice unwavering. We would take turns holding the snakes,
look them in the eyes and not be afraid
of their wild beauty.

  1. Avatar of Nancy Denofio
    Nancy Denofio says

    I liked the idea of the dirty floors and then your mother joining you, it shows love and children go together, even friends. That theme was beautiful, but then you bring in the snake which brought me to a stop, trying to figure out where the snake fits in.then I read it again and you and your mother are alone on the grass calling snakes wild beauty. Comparison in your mind. Thanks good twist. nancy.

  2. Avatar of SRancourt
    SRancourt says

    Thanks, Nancy!

    This poem is auto-biographical. My Mother and I really did use to stretch out on

    the middle lawn in front of the brick fire place.

    We really did this. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized

    how special the experience was/is.

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