Memory Rape By Maria Grech Ganado 32 pages
This is an amazing set of poems. Somehow, even in translation, Malta is there, the sound of Maltese, and the Mediterranean. There are love poems, poems about the "Cracked Canvas" bodies of women, aging and lost loves. Dreams are here, and mothers, friends, books, and fruit- laringas (oranges), grapes, and Apple's Eye. Here in this slim volume are refugee fish and grain set to soaking the day before the sowing.
I'm so thankful for the poetry collection at Central Library. I can't imagine having discovered this gorgeous collection without it!
A wee excerpt of my current favourite poem "Father Christmas", about a woman's belief in Father Christmas at different ages in her life:
I believed in Father Christmas, till I was thirty four.
I scrubbed his floors and cooked his meals and waited by his door.
But his demanding work left no time for lonely women,
Though he brought me sacks of babies, petty worries, and soiled linen.
I scrubbed his floors and cooked his meals and waited by his door.
But his demanding work left no time for lonely women,
Though he brought me sacks of babies, petty worries, and soiled linen.
And here is a few lines from “Cracked Canvas” the title from an excerpt of Milan Kundera’s “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”:
Should you remember how once in a blue space
you whirled around, head thrown far back,
to drink the sky- forget it. Your arms stretched
out, the sky showed through your fingers
and if another hand met yours, it was in dance.
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