{"id":1223,"date":"2013-09-29T09:14:45","date_gmt":"2013-09-29T09:14:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=1223"},"modified":"2016-01-15T15:29:40","modified_gmt":"2016-01-15T15:29:40","slug":"the-sky-of-my-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=1223","title":{"rendered":"THE SKY OF MY HEART"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Art_flora-colored-pencil-on-slate-crop-copy3.jpg\" rel='prettyPhoto'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-1239 alignleft\" alt=\"Art_flora - colored pencil on slate crop, copy\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Art_flora-colored-pencil-on-slate-crop-copy3.jpg\" width=\"272\" height=\"264\" srcset=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Art_flora-colored-pencil-on-slate-crop-copy3.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Art_flora-colored-pencil-on-slate-crop-copy3-300x290.jpg 300w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Art_flora-colored-pencil-on-slate-crop-copy3-720x697.jpg 720w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 272px) 100vw, 272px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(colored pencil on slate, \u201cFlora,\u201d by Lori Field)<\/p>\n<p>On the wall in Westminster<br \/>\nthe rabbit girl hums herself awake.<br \/>\n<i>The world is not a word&#8211;<\/i><br \/>\nshe remembers sadly<br \/>\nand\u00a0suddenly from sleep&#8211;<br \/>\n<i>a word of light,<\/i><br \/>\nso she stretches her wings still.<\/p>\n<p>The heavy spell of pencil and cool slate<br \/>\nignites her claim,<br \/>\nthe quiet magic she has to offer<br \/>\nthat most humans seem unable to hear or hold:<br \/>\n<i>I am the light you can heal by.\u00b9<\/i><br \/>\n<i>All the wide while we are one,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>you and me, god and animal. <\/i><\/p>\n<p>Elsewhere, like the sudden onset of spring&#8211;<br \/>\ntime lapse flowers quivering<br \/>\nfrom seed to full bloom in a serene second&#8211;<br \/>\nthe almond brown eyes glance from their corners<br \/>\nfrom the middle of the beige room.<\/p>\n<p>And there are no words or lips or liquid questions<br \/>\njust answers looking at the sky of my heart&#8211;<br \/>\nthe brown almond eyes saying<br \/>\ncome wander within my borders<br \/>\nwhich I\u2019ll fling open for you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This line is a version of the title of Marge Piercy&#8217;s poem, &#8220;I am the Light You Can Read By.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/Tonys-Wedding-Pamela-black-white-headshot-crop-4-copy.jpg\" rel='prettyPhoto'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-1300 alignleft\" alt=\"Tony's Wedding  Pamela, black white headshot crop 4, copy\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/Tonys-Wedding-Pamela-black-white-headshot-crop-4-copy.jpg\" width=\"133\" height=\"138\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Pamela Hughes has an MFA in poetry from Brooklyn College, where she studied with Allen Ginsburg. \u00a0Her book of poems, <em>Meadowland Take My Hand<\/em> is forthcoming from Three Mile Harbor Press (www.3MileHarborPress). She teaches Creative Writing at Bloomfield College.  Her work has appeared in various literary magazines such as:\u00a0<i><i>The\u00a0Paterson Literary Review<b>;\u00a0<\/b><\/i>Isotope: Nature and Science Writing; Mother Verse<\/i>; <i>The Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow Anthology;<\/i> <i>Margin: Exploring Modern Magical Realism; \u00a0Literary Mama;<\/i>\u00a0 <i>The Brooklyn Review; The Minnesota Review<\/i><i>; <\/i><i>Thema and elsewhere<\/i><i>.<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (colored pencil on slate, \u201cFlora,\u201d by Lori Field) On the wall in Westminster the rabbit girl hums herself awake. The world is not a word&#8211; she remembers sadly and\u00a0suddenly from sleep&#8211; a word of light, so she stretches her wings still. 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