Tuesday, March 26, 2013

After Amour - Tuesday Poem

After Amour

It was the way he said
spooning the yoghurt
into her stubborn mouth
or the silent piano
or just the time it took
to do anything
walk down the hallway  ̶
and then the phone
which he wouldn’t answer
no wonder my daughter said
don’t expect me to look after you
like that – and I wouldn’t
couldn’t and we all agreed
that the film was too slow
too mournful, too tiring and we blamed
my mother (spry for eighty-three)
for choosing it and I didn’t say
anything but when she said
our family goes quickly
I knocked on a wooden sign
hard, as though a bruise
could save us all.

Sometimes I just want a poem to be like a small diary entry, a jotting at the end of the day - or a photo, snapped without much palaver. This is a small poem I wrote after seeing Amour - a film I think now, after seeing it is over - is overly long and gruelling and haunting. It's hard work - which is, of course, the point of the film, I guess. I would have been equally haunted, I'm pretty sure,  had it been twenty minutes shorter. The acting by Jean-Louis Trintignant and Emmanuelle Riva is superb.

Be poetically haunted by other poems on the Tuesday Poem hub - a less onerous experience! Wang Ping's sonnets from the sequence, 'The River in Our Blood' are the opposite of a small diary entry. They are stunning - and inspirational. Thanks to Eileen Moeller for guest editing this week's hub.

In Readings Bookshop after seeing Amour. I'm pretty sure the mothership is looking at the travel section.


Rethabile said...

Very nice, reads smooth, and paints its situation well. I like poems that end something like this.

Michelle Elvy said...

Mmm, such a quiet personal thing. I like the way this captures a moment, and a whole family, too. Lovely.

Helen McKinlay said...

It must have been an extraordinary film to imprinted on you like that. a lovely poem too...I thought you were writing about your own family.

Cattyrox said...

Thank you people! It was a difficult film,Helen - but extraordinarily memorable. Rethabile, we might meet in Paris? I arrive mid-June - so exciting!