Two for Today

TO HIS LOVE

He’s gone, and all our plans

Are useless indeed.

We’ll walk no more on Cotswold

Where the sheep feed

Quietly and take no heed.

His body that was so quick

It not as you

Knew it, on Severn River

Under the blue

Driving our small boat through.

You would not know him now…

But still he died

Nobly, so cover him over

With violets of pride

Purple from Severn side.

Cover him, cover him soon!

And with thick-set

Masses of memoried flowers

Hide that red wet

Thing I must somehow forget.

(Ivor Guerney)

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VISITATIONS

DEATH come to me in my dreams:

A little girl in her first party dress,

a black balloon in her fist.

She smiles when she sees me –

an open smile of recognition.

She’s not afraid of me.

The little girl with the angel eyes

has come to take me home.

DEATH come to me in a nightmare:

Lucifer sits by my bed

to sedate me if I scream.

Drop by drop he dilutes my blood

until I’m totally transfused.

“Hush, hush, hush…don’t you cry!”

He scolds as he watches me

shrink into the counterpane.

DEATH come to me in my bed:

He’s brought flowers for the nightstand.

The linen is fresh and my nightgown sheer.

A bottle of good Rhine wine…

He’ll help me climb just as

I’ve helped him climb –

each of us in search of

our own little DEATH.

©Trina Roach

Winter Wonderland “auf Deutsch”

Part 2: “Hitting the Ground Running!”

(cont.)

“Those must be my ladies”, I thought when I saw the small group of tired black women struggling with their luggage carts just on the other side of the glass doors at the customs gate. ‘Boy, do I know that feeling!’ After spending the better part of eight hours cooped up together with total strangers in economy on a transatlantic flight, no one emerges looking particularly pressed or smelling especially fresh. I figured it would be a minute or two before they got themselves coordinated enough to discover me in the crowd, so I put the time to good use and studied them as they interacted with their respective customs agents.

It’s always fascinating to see a group of sisters setting out on a new adventure together. Sometimes I can tell right from the beginning which ones will love it here, and which ones will hate anything that’s not exactly like it is back in their corner of the States. For some of them a trip like this is a real eye-opener. For others it’ll be like they never unpacked their mind the whole time they were here. As the first woman made her way through the automatic doors, I held up my sign a little higher and waved. ‘You’re here for the ‘Sisters on the Rhine’ tour, right?’, I called out to her. Her eyes darted around the sea of faces before locating me at the front of the crowd. An open smile lit up her face. ‘I think she and I are going to get along’, I thought intuitively as I felt myself easily returning her smile and rushed over to give Tasha a big welcoming hug.

“Hi”, I said. “I’m Katherine Moore! Welcome to Germany, and welcome to ‘Sisters on the Rhine’!”

“Hi Katherine, I’m Tasha Griffin”, she answered as she returned my friendly embrace. “I am so glad you were here when we got here. I kept having nightmares about us landing and there being no one here to meet us.”

“You shouldn’t have worried yourself about that”, I chuckled. “It’s all part of the sisters’ package.”

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