Spun
Holly Guran
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I dread news about sick people
about the parts that fail
that thin and frail
stretching what held to a thread
the spider’s thread
spun like gold
Rapunzel let down your hair
let it flow from the high window
onto the terracotta where
a spider hides in its crevice
a rabbit’s eating onion grass
bold not hiding
I would like
not to hide
not to grow bitter
not to fall into
the dark crevice
but to spin
a strong thread
to tie the thread
to a word that coheres
a bracelet of charms
my mother kept charms
for us daughters
and all our cousins
had birth dates
engraved on them
we played with those cousins
although they didn’t live near
that did cohere
I wear the bracelet
hold its charm
before more cousins
are dead
the women at Yoga
got laughing
some silly pose
struck by mistake
ripples of giggles spread
then we signed the card
for the woman
in surgery
Holly Guran, author of Twilight Chorus, River of Bones, and the chapbooks River Tracks and Mothers' Trails, earned a Massachusetts Cultural Council award and coordinates a popular Boston reading series. Her work appeared in journals including Compassion Anthology, Mom Egg Review, Poet Lore, Poetry East, Borderlands, Worcester Review, and Salamander. poetry-holly-guran.vpweb.com