El Día de los Novios
Since I missed my fortnightly poem blog posting, here is a poem I wrote for my daughter’s wedding on January 25. The theme was El Día de los Muertos—Cori has been into skulls and skeletons and wearing black since way before it was cool. This was a challenge. So I took a poem she wrote more than 20 years ago (“Calaveras,” which was published in the Austin Community College literary journal) and reworked it into something appropriate for a wedding, changing “day of the dead” into “day of the bride and groom.”
(These two weeks have felt much longer, between taking care of my granddaughter and getting sick. Many thanks to her Papa, my ex, for covering the school days. Chloe gave me the flu. And yes, I had a shot. Chloe, being six and robust, bounced back fairly quickly. I went to the doctor and got Tamiflu and a good cough suppressant, which helped a lot, but I’m still dragging and, even sadder, have no singing voice. The “Once Below a Time” concert is a week from tomorrow, so I’m trying the “rest and fluids” treatment so I can enjoy performing the music I’ve worked so hard to learn.)
This is one of my gifts to Cori and Art. Vaya con Dios!
Dia de los Novios
Someone has lifted the roof to expose the sky—
we gather under wispy clouds
to celebrate this matrimonio
with rich colors, fine details—
full of life.
Dancing around the campfire,
skeletons stare into each other’s eyes, afire,
laughter painted on their bony cheeks.
With electric noise they sing—
not the blues—
but wedding songs
while all eyes watch, mimicking, wishing
them magic, endless memories.
Joined until death do them part
they are full of life,
and every breath they take is so real.
For Cori and Art, from Mom,
January 25, 2013