{"id":5625,"date":"2019-01-15T12:48:34","date_gmt":"2019-01-15T12:48:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=5625"},"modified":"2019-01-15T13:00:17","modified_gmt":"2019-01-15T13:00:17","slug":"two-poems-margo-harvey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=5625","title":{"rendered":"TWO POEMS – Margo Harvey"},"content":{"rendered":"

ODE TO THE GARDENER<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\n\u201ci can grow love even when it’s not there\u201d
\n 
\nsee
\n 
\nhow closely these bruises resemble hydrangeas with enough molding
\n 
\nhow each petal changes colors based
\non the pH of the blood beneath it
\n 
\neach capillary roots downward
\ncurls around skin-soil
\nbursts i coax out new blossoms again
\n 
\nit’s almost beautiful this makeshift garden
\n 
\nthese hydrangeas have won me awards you know
\n 
\nbeen featured in magazine spreads for Home Living
\n 
\nhow i tend my garden in silence
\n 
\nideal woman
\n 
\ndoesn\u2019t mind a little downpour once in awhile
\n 
\nwould rather have a garden than a desert
\n 
\nknows there is nothing attractive about bleached bones and sand
\n 
\nat least flowers grow in the rain
\nat least these fractured bones make good planters
\nat least in the right light a garden can be made ethereal
\n 
\nand tell me: what woman doesn\u2019t wish to be otherworldly?
\nthat is to say what woman doesn\u2019t sometimes imagine herself sunlight
\n 
\nsoft still fiery enough to scorch the hand of any man who dares reach towards her light
\n <\/p>\n

\n

 
\nAN APOLOGY TO MY RAGGEDY ANN DOLL<\/strong>
\n 
\n 
\nI\u2019m sorry I pulled your hair
\nThat I pushed my fingers into your torso
\nSo roughly your chest caved
\nI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t stop when I heard that first rib crack
\nI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t look at your uneven button eyes
\nYour cloth limbs splitting and bent
\nStuffing peeking out of your torn checkered dress,
\nAnd think to get a needle,
\nSome thread,
\nStart sewing
\nUntangle your knotted yarn hair
\nI\u2019m sorry
\nI didn\u2019t understand until
\nHe pressed his fingers into my torso
\nSo roughly I heard my sternum crack
\nUntil I looked into his eyes
\nRealized he wouldn\u2019t stop even when he saw me
\nSkin splitting
\nLimbs bent
\nPalms up
\nBegging for some kind of reconciliation
\nMy own body unrecognizable
\nI\u2019m sorry
\nI didn\u2019t mean to take advantage of your softness
\nMistake it for weakness the way he did mine
\nI know now how much the needle and thread sting
\nAs you pick them up,
\nStart sewing
\nHow much you wish you had someone to help untangle your hair
\nMake your body yours again
\nI\u2019m sorry it took me so long to write this,
\nThat this apology will seem empty to you,
\nYou are long gone.
\nI am still sorry.
\n 
\n 
\n\"\"Margo Harvey is a full time student in the field of Community and Justice Studies with a passion for poetry. This is her first time being published! In her spare time she enjoys baking, dreaming about world travel, petting every dog she meets–and trying to find solutions to social inequities.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

ODE TO THE GARDENER     \u201ci can grow love even when it’s not there\u201d   see   how closely these bruises resemble hydrangeas with enough molding   how each petal changes colors based on the pH of the blood beneath it   each capillary roots downward curls around skin-soil bursts i coax out new [&hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2057,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5625","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5625"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5625\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5772,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5625\/revisions\/5772"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2057"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}