Katharine Gilbert




Remains                 


Neat little bundles             
blue grosgrain       
bound       
hidden in an old    
dresser drawer   
we almost missed  
them      
last to be found      
the day we locked
her door     

Nomads back then             
we packed paper  
and pens          
to cross the vast   
divides           
she savored our  
moments       
and often wrote
our letters made
her cry   

We never thought        
our lives      
could be saved
like jewels in
an ancient     
crown      
the bundles wait
the ribbons worn
our memories now
unbound.

 

       Stones         


She has a place
             in sleep
             near wake
A garden wall of
                 stones

The unmet dreams
               the steps
               not made
Flame flowers call
                 it home

  No dark Cain
            schemes
nor serpents Abel
     will ever find
            a trace

She feels the stones
                  to hear
        their whispers
She sifts through
           many years

The stones turn
                   blue
       we all miss
                   you
She never holds
            her tears

    The wall now
                    red
   more has been
                   said
     She wakes to
              light of
                    day
 

 




Copyright  Katharine Gilbert 2013

 
Katharine Gilbert is presently a photographer for the monthly newspaper Irish Edition www.irishedition.com
 
A Marymount VA graduate, she was Head Coach of Womens swimming at UCLA and University of Pennsylvania before appointed Head Coach Mens and Womens swimming at Penn. That position she held for seventeen years.
 
She and her husband Paul reside in Phila with poodles and cat.