Monday, April 14, 2008

Poetry Train Monday - 45 - Discovered Too Late


Here's a backstory poem for the husband of last week's poem narrator, and the step father of this narrator. Luther is a fur trapper in the northern New Brunswick woods. It's the 1830's, and he lives an isolated life in their cabin, especially when winter sets in and they are unable to leave for weeks at a time.








Discovered Too Late


I vowed to be the hero of her life
The morning that I saw her with her son
Tears rose inside as she became my wife
No longer widow - bride again, fears done
I showed the little fella how to hunt
We waited till he was asleep to lay
Together. Or I took her, to be blunt
The months passed, still not in the family way
I thought he’d be a brother to my own
The years passed, for the two of them and me
How easy it would be if he were known
The ghostly man between us she could see
Much easier to swing and hear the thwack
Each time I eased my hatred cross his back

- Copyright - Julia Smith - 2008

Painting - At River's Edge by Russ Docken

16 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

I could hear his thoughts. That ending took me by surprise..


ignomorous ignominy

R.G. ALEXANDER said...

Wow. Yeah the end threw me. I wanted to know more.

Christine d'Abo said...

I haven't been by to read one of your poems in a while. Just fantastic, Julia!

Shelley Munro said...

Another great poem, Julia. :)

Danika / OpenChannel said...

Wow, Julia. Way to go. The rhythm and rhyme schemes are flawless.

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Okay, I knew about the ending from last week's poem, but I hadn't been expecting the WHY of it so clearly. He's very aware of what he's doing, and I'm fascinated by that.

What a neat character. I want to see more of him because he seems so very unique -- because of his self-awareness.

Akelamalu said...

Ah, now we know his reasons for beating the child, but it doesn't excuse it. Great stuff Julia.

Missy said...

Eerie feeling this one gave me. Such gentleness and hatred mingling together.

M. said...

tragic poem to go with last week's, but very cool and apt graphic.
now the only POV you haven't covered yet among the trio is that of the son/stepson. next week?

Julia Smith said...

M - I've linked all three at the top of today's post. The link that says "this narrator" is the step-son's poem.

But here it is again:

That Dream Again

Amy Ruttan said...

Yep at first I thought he was happy to have them and was surprised by the ending.

Hmmm how to tell a backwoodsman it's his fault in that department. ;)

Love to go back in time and tell King Henry the Eighth that.

Sparky Duck said...

The hatred is the key

Robin said...

A great poem Julia, you've expressed his conflicted emotions very clearly.

Karina said...

Wow! Interesting to read his point of view for sure, even if the ending also surprised me.

artpredator said...

wow this is painful

as a poem it works w/or w/o knowing the previous poems.

very powerful. breathtaking. serious.

Dorothy said...

Yeah, the ending took my by surprise, too. But I was the steptdaughter of a man like that.