As a child
I searched high
and low for the
right kind of magic
to heal my mother’s pain
never truly understanding
how heavy the chains were
nor how the forgers names
etched in every link
belonged to Legion
claiming souls
as if every birth stillborn
burned at a crossroads
I didn’t know how deep
the river of shame ran
tarpooling toxic depths
to bind bones
in a phantom pinch
and vicegrip
she, modeling freeze,
couldn’t move,
and I followed suit,
a couple of psychic amputees
who became fluent in silence
as a second language,
but I just couldn’t give up,
raised on the stuff of superheros
and sorcerers
I would find the right kind of magic
to heal my mother’s pain
to give her leaden coat
of twilight
something soft
and lovely to set upon
a new day would be hers
and mine
if I could just find the right words
the right spell
the right something
that would make me the hero
who slept so very near to me
every night
in my bed
in my dreams
the hero I could be
burning in my gut
if only if only
and so the search went on
high and low
for years and years
until parts of me shut off
and down
or fled far far
in the way that only
bound captives
digging tunnels
it took years
and years to tunnel back up
to find myself
with the right kind of magic
the right kind of words
love, grace, dignity
others too
forming a set of keys
on a brass ring
that I carry around
in poems
to unlock the secrets
to a mother and son’s
shared bond
forged in the pale fires
of twilight.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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2 Responses to Twilight

  1. Another one Ive fallen for. Heart string held, tightly.

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  2. heart wrenching!


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