Patsy Clark Pace
Featured Writer
Patsy
Clark Pace was selected the 2008 Poet of the Year by the
Mississippi Poetry Society. This poem is from a
booklet published by the Mississippi Poetry Society. Each year, the Society selects one member
as "Poet of the Year" and sponsors a publication of that
person's poetry. This poem is from her book
Southern Sampler
Winter Sunday
Menacingly the Buck stove crouches
Before the old brick wall.
Its doors are open.
The fine mesh screen holds back the sparks.
Its heat springs across the room
Against my legs
As I cross them where I sit
On the small sofa.
I smooth the white paper:
I twist the black, felt-tipped pen
And wonder why I can't describe the fire.
I long to write about the lake I see beyond the window,
Or tell of one small dong running beside her larger Mother,
Lucky and Lady running together.
I hear the clock tick.
It numbs the senses, I think.
I gaze hypnotically
At the blue stoneware bowl filled with apples.
Feeling, feeling, I wait
And quietly hold one blank sheet
Throughout the winter afternoon.
Copyright
© Patsy Clark Pace. All
rights reserved. No part of the
contents maybe reproduced without written permission of the
author.
Southern Sampler is available at Bea's Antiques and
Ruth's Warehouse in Aberdeen, MS at a cost of $5.00
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