Bite; Smooth; Open; Deserve; Paradox; Semaphorism (n.)) a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.); Tension; Playhouse; Neptune; Stalemate; Muse; Thieves
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In Neptune’s playhouse
The Dutch former sea captain
Commanded his family with a bite,
Creating an ambience of gnawing tension.
Love, if you should all it that, had to be
Deserved; earned by tasks perfectly
Completed, his stated goals achieved.
There was no warmth without agenda,
Quid pro quo; ‘do what I say, not what I do’.
And certainly no smooth, open communication
Between him and his children—he delivered
Directives to be obeyed without discussion,
Nor mute distasteful twist of lips.
Frequently he reminded them, in pharisaic tone,
“No matter what, you’ll always have family”—
A paradox he didn’t survive to see
Played out in failure, as his offspring
Scattered, lived estranged from one another.
Some were thieves of various description;
And liars, all schooled in secretive deceits.
His values, views of success, were diligent
Work, education; respected professions with
Enviable salaries; keeping polished appearances
According to acknowledged conventions.
There was no room in his home, his mind,
For a muse—which tragically, his poet daughter
Longed for…and perhaps was, herself.
Thus, their relationship would remain
At complete stalemate, the silence echoing.
Long after their parents’ demise, she had
One brief contact with her youngest sister,
In which the sister prattled on in bragging
Manner about her children and grandchild.
The elder, muse-sister, arched speechless
Eyebrow—a semaphorism the younger
Woman would never have recognized, being
Steeped in denial and alcohol, and
Parroting the Sea Captain’s guiding dictate
While displaying his same emotional distance.
In Neptune’s playhouse, he could be the
Only god—jealous, he’d abide no other; not
Even muse-daughter’s true love, so natural.
The Captain swallowed her soul, left her
Floundering in the sea, cries unheard.
But she would yet be rescued by
Heaven’s faithful Father; freed
To pen her heart’s blood in lines of
Phrases, imagery, soft and spiked words—
A lengthy exorcism to heal parental scarring,
Restore the gem God created to gleam.
©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.
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