Feeling Nostalgic

Here is a poem I wrote waaaaaay back in high for a creative writing class. DO NOT ask me what year that was unless you like hot pokers.  I believe the assignment was to pick a character or scene from As I Lay Dying  and write an interpretive poem about the character or scene.

Addie’s Feathers

We sat in the grass and watched

People file in

One by one

And one more.

Not many people could be bothered

Not even us.

Maybe

We Bundrens sat there already over it.

Dewey Dell resting against

The tall, swooping, weeping, willow,

Jewel and Cash inside safegaurding the coffin,

Myself resting in the grass at Darl’s feet.

“if it is was, it can’t be is, Can it?”

no it can’t

maybe

the women all wore large  colorful hats

with feathers and netted lace,

clearly over it.

If ever under it.

Pa wasn’t under it.

Maybe

He was completely carefree

Poised to float away

Like the purple feather

That was released from

Mrs. Bundren;s hat.

If she was than she is not

Anymore.

Everyone seemed to know it

And have a bright comprehension

And sureness.

Maybe

My mother is a feather.