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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