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10 April, 2020: Drawing Death

Read a Poem

Drawing Death

by Amanda Stovicek D'Alessandro

The sun shining on the
roof of your mouth.
The body in the
swamp with a bullet
hole found in the
morning. The body
found under the
blackgum tree. The
body making
necklaces out of
cattails and algae. The
crows sweating
feathers into the water.
The sweep of clouds
like a wisp of baby’s
hair. The space on the
steel table empty even
when filled. The
nocturnal silence of
blackgum and cypress
uncovering more
bodies. The bodies
clasped together like
necklaces. The bones
of their hands, a
puddle of pearls. No
one touches you like
that. No one touches

“Drawing Death” by Amanda Stovicek D'Alesssandro (published as Amanda Stovicek), from 45th Parallel Issue 2. Oregon State University. 2016-2017. Used by permission of the author.
Amanda Stovicek D’Alessandro is a poet from Northeast Ohio made of star stuff. Her work has appeared in Gordon Square Review, sidereal magazine, BARNHOUSE, Nice Cage, and others.

Write a Poem

Write an elegy about a person who has died this year, your own acquaintance or someone famous. If you have already written that elegy, write a poem about writing that elegy.

Leigh-Anne Dennison
An Elegy to Christmas
(An unedited draft by Leigh-Anne Dennison)

A pet loves like no other.
Unconditional and complete.
Beside you in good times,
Bad times,
In-between times.
Their devotion is pure,
and your world is their world.
Their reliance on you
regardless of their independent spirit
makes them closer to you
than most people.
They listen without interrupting,
and offer solace without asking.
You can pour your heart out,
and they will curl up around it
and protect it for you
even as they offer
a contented sigh
or a reassuring purr
as loving, calming lullaby.

When you lose a pet,
one who has clung to you
as age and disease
has stolen bits of their independence,
increasing their reliance on
and thus their devotion to you...
Your heart breaks in a unique
and deeply profoundly painful way.
Chrissy lost her hearing first,
then most of her eyesight.
Her kidneys struggled,
and her heart,
well...the physical one,
began to fail.
And with it, mine broke
as I wondered each day
If it would be our last.
In her goodness,
her kindness,
and her gentle sweetness...
she told me
so I wouldn't have to guess.

Chrissy had one last visit
From a sunbeam
on a mostly overcast day.
As a cloud passed overhead,
she turned her face to upward
and that magnificent star
Gave her one final nod.
She felt its warmth
on her face
and whiskers
as I held her close
(and I swear
for a moment
she smiled)
before my sweet girl
died in my arms
and my own day
became dark as night.
4/12/2020 3:00:08 PM

Gina T.
Just wow.
4/10/2020 9:50:19 PM

READ + WRITE: 30 Days of Poetry is a collaboration between Cuyahoga County Public Library and poet Diane Kendig. Our thanks go to Diane and the poets of Northeast Ohio who allowed us to share their poetry.