Natasha Deonarain

Pine Row Issue No. 10 Spring 2025 - Featured Poet

Portrait of My Mother As A House


FRONT |

the windows are quadruple

pained; two living, two dead.

 

she opens her mouth

to air out the place every once

in a while but never lets any

solid matter back in.

 

in a few years,

her roof will need to be fixed.



| BACK

who opened the back gate and

set off the alarm?

 

neither of us responded;

we were too busy making bread,

its home-baked aroma

suffocating us.

 

when the police arrived,

there was no one to be found.


invocation

 

let this morning’s hour

slip to dawn the way

a white dove

slides from her sill

and fades with the light

 

should I be this happy

the way darkness, having

perched on a waning moon

then swoops

under stars, filling

her breast with songs        

could it be so—

      —this way

 

words caught on thorns;

you told me once

after all those years

that you understood why

 

and yet, I have still

so many words      to say

              could it be—

   —that way

 

answers burrow

like the black-specked cactus wren

into spiny necks of velvet

saguaros trembling with

 

each day’s pulse

they long for midnight blooms

to quench this—

our parched land

 

yet there, by the hushed

waterside

a gossamer-dressed heron

turns her regal head

and peers into the arid

parts of me, places

I cannot reach and why

do I still try

   now that dusk has arrived—

 

dust swirls under

the galloping

hooves of memory

spurred by pain;

a frenzied flock of devils underfoot

exalting psalms

to the dim lit sky

turning, turning in the spire

and longing—

                                  —as I do

 

for plump fruit-flesh

soaked in the salted brine of time

    could I be, here

in this place with you

              and never lie—

 

the blood moon’s

haunting call, the banished

sunset’s eternal cry

 

knowing      we could never leave—

 

                   no matter how hard we try


About the poem:  as shared by the poet

From the Desk of the Poet:


I’m currently working on publishing my first full-length manuscript entitled, In Another Life, I’d Invite You to Dinner. The themes contained in these two poems are explored fully in my new collection. I’ve chosen to focus on love, loss, grief and the amazing power of nature to heal and it’s my most personal collection so far. By letting myself open up through poetry to my own scrutiny, I begin to appreciate the level of vulnerability that becomes a key component of every poet's craft.  


Natasha Deonarain, author of 50 études for piano, is the recipient of the 2020 Three Sisters Award by NELLE magazine and has been featured in Little Red Tree International Poetry Prize Anthology (2012). Her work appears in The Inflectionist Review, Rogue Agent Journal, The RavensPerch, Connecticut Review, and Door is Ajar among others. She in Arizona, depending on weather patterns, and sometimes practices medicine. 

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