Archive for August 29th, 2018

Wednesday, 29 August 2018

Holding My Breath by Charles W. Pratt

It was a favorite aunt who used to tell
How, when I learned to swim, I’d cry out
To the attendant angels on the float,
“Going undah now,” and disappear
For as long as I could hold my breath,
Then breach spouting: call me Moby Dick.

She’s gone under now, and all her memories.
She won’t come up at sunset on the porch
To suck the orange slice from her old-fashioned,
Or cross-stitch dresses for the German dolls
Ranged in a glass-front case for neighbor children —
She had none — to visit. Where are they?

Bedtime. I pull the covers up and murmur
(So my attendant angel doesn’t hear),
“Going undah now.”

From: https://www.nh.gov/nharts/artsandartists/poetshowcase/poetlaureate54.html

Date: 2008

By: Charles W. Pratt (1934-2012)