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04 April, 2021: Supernova

Read a Poem


By Kelly Bancroft

Ten billion light years away, the universe is
adolescent. This morning you stand
at the sink, indifferent
to my sentiments. In my hand, my favorite
still life of you: guitar and torn
jeans, thighs worn
to a galaxy-white taking me back to the
first light of you
in me, your hair then
jet and dense as the dark energy I learn
today accelerates the bloom of the universe.
This morning, the most powerful instruments— love
and the astonishing brightness
of memory—can barely discern
your old tenderness. The mirror bends your
brilliant face and razor, your incidental kiss.
The supernova sucks matter from its
companion star, counteracts more familiar
forces such as gravity.
There is no force so near to
me as this: scent of shaving,
your skin like honey,
my dying star.
“Supernova” by Kelly Bancroft, from Two Dreams from the Afterlife. BlazeVox. 2020. Used by permission of the author.
Kelly Bancroft's prose, poetry and plays have been produced and published widely. Two Dreams of the Afterlife is her first full-length collection. She lives in Youngstown and teaches at Hiram College and the Martin P. Joyce Juvenile Justice Center. 

Write a Poem

Write a poem to an aunt or your aunts as a group (or uncle, or uncles as a group). If you don’t have aunts or uncles, write about a fictive aunt or uncle.
Auntie, you were who I wanted to be when I grew up.
Confident. Beautiful. Free.
I was none of those things but I longed to be just like you.
Little did I know... your struggles were dark and your demons scarier than anything I could imagine.
Now I look at you and I realize that to walk a mile in another's shoes is a blessing and a curse.
I'm sorry the world did not treat you better.
I'm sorry you didn't get to lead the life I thought you had.
4/7/2021 10:36:21 AM


Two of you married
The other pair related through marriage-
Aunt and nephew
None of the four quite alike

The great comic
More heart than brains
Kept me grounded
During my struggles
Your wit-
Melted my despair
Miss you the most
Because you missed the most
Taken too soon

Old man eloquence
The man I wanted to be-
But never will
Slow to anger,
Rich in kindness
A peach among
Many colorful fruits

Last matriarch-
Unrivaled, complicated
Crocheted this family together
Like one of your afghans-
We're lost without you

The last to say goodnight
Stubborn will
Refuse to surrender
Less complaint calls to the
mayor's office
The quiet doesn't sit well
4/5/2021 7:58:57 PM

Sierra Polsinelli

Hi Em
Remember me?
You've been gone from us
a long time now.
It seem we barely knew one another

But I remember
following you,
while you followed the old man
in the red pack.

And I remember
taking care of your
second daughter,
while you grappled with pain, and cancer
guilt and fear.
I loved you.
I have missed you
these many, long years.
4/4/2021 7:34:07 PM

Just incredible. This resonated with me in so many ways.
4/4/2021 7:11:36 PM

James Thomas Horn This is Episcopal Easter Service. Have you ever cried
uncle before and then prayed
thanked God for His help
A Horn Haiku/Senryu
4/4/2021 7:05:05 PM

Prompt for day 4: The Aunts and Uncles

Aunts and Uncles

Aunts and uncles were about traveling,sailing, water skiing on the Lake;
driving from North Hollywood to Elsinore—a caravan of sorts.
I still remember the route they took, so does my brother.

When aunts and uncles stopped traveling, they handed us their tickets.
They waved goodbye. They could have cared less about our thank-you post-cards.
It happens like that. It just does.
I still remember their holiday parties on pastel mornings; so do the cousins.

The aunties hung wind chimes on the deck. They were delicate. It was always spring.
The uncles asked: “Are they secure? All we need is a pile of glass on the front porch.”
“I hope they last forever!” I begged. “Nothing’s forever,” the entire family warned.
I remember everyone’s hopeful face smiling at shadows hiding in the air.

Aunts and uncles: taking chances, planning; hopeful yet cautious.
They would not be fooled by unexpected storms or a naïve breeze.
We looked into their eyes, trusting every eyelash.
I remember everything that broke their hearts; so does G-d.

Eventually, every aunt, every uncle disappeared between the spring-time boats.
They sailed the sky instead of Lake Elsinore; traveling in darkness with few stars.
We waved as their eyes blinked shut, never lonely.
I remember vigilance, a few fragile smiles; so does my brother;

so does our last remaining cousin.

© 2021 Tovli
4/4/2021 3:57:25 PM

Mary M Chadbourne
I love the pivot of the poem with these lines that put our focus back to an earthly, mortal scale:

This morning, the most powerful instruments— love /
and the astonishing brightness /
of memory—can barely discern

your old tenderness.

Beautifully done.
4/4/2021 1:27:35 PM

Thank you for your kind comments, everyone.
4/4/2021 12:35:07 PM

Yes, was a very sweet poem, taking sadness and turning it into compassion. I appreciated reading it this morning.
4/4/2021 12:04:49 PM

Marion Starling Boyer
Oh Kelly, what a beautiful and stirring love poem! I was so glad to read it this morning. That last part "There is no force so near to
me as this: scent of shaving,

your skin like honey,

my dying star"
is absolutely stunning.
4/4/2021 10:36:25 AM

I found this poem quite meaningful, a beautiful expression of love using a metaphorical star. It created a sweet picture in my mind.
4/4/2021 10:21:59 AM

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.