Three poems by Candice Louisa Daquin at The Woman
Three poems by Candice Louisa Daquin
Collecting Mothers
As a child, as an adult
I collected mothers
bewitched by what had been absent
the soft strength and maturing gravitas
of gentle women who suspend the sky
It has long been a desire of mine
to inhabit the energy of a mother’s soul, long enough to learn, the mystery
it is as if I am a man-child, cut from peripheral cloth
for she who is a mother, has a remote wholeness I cannot absorb
the density of putting others before herself, to bring life squalling into this world
surely her soul is closer to the reduction and encroaching waves, shaping time
for her voice speaks of places I have yet to go
mysteries in the birth and death of life, she intuits
the breaking foamy sound, one of collapse, folding in on itself and remaking
as marbles in opaque jar, clustered…
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