Ordinary Things-Lewes, 1942
Ordinary Things- Lewes, 1942
by Liz Dolan
He taps the brim of his fisherman’s cap
and hands the carpenter two crisp twenties,
a ten and a five for the white pine box.
I will carry it myself, he says.
And he does, to the bedroom where
the boy dressed in his cotton suit
lies on mother’s crocheted bedspread.
He places the body in the satin-lining
like he was laying out Sunday clothes,
sets a tiny prayer book in his broken fingers.
He tucks a cat’s eye marble, a
red-hot into his boy’s vest pocket.
-editor Rose Hunter of the YB Journal challenges that Lindsay Marianne Walker’s poem The Josephine Game could refer from Liz’s poem. Do you see the connections?