This is for dverse poets Poetics
the prompt from Claudia is about a conversation with
a historical figure living or dead.
Who else would I think of for this?
I sat down next to her at the table
face framed in feathers pink and bright.
Slightly askew, slightly unhinged,
but her smile was all that I could see.
She laughed at my hesitation
with a voice that sounded like whiskey
Oh, the things I wanted to ask her!
The things I wanted to say!
Overwhelmed by the aching,
by the senseless of the loss…
I wanted to ask her why!
Why she had to go!
The thing is though, I understand,
the inevitability of an accident.
There were no answers to be had for my questions
no ease of the depth of the ache.
I picked up the Hummingbird Gibson
and I simply asked her to sing.