Monday, May 30, 2016

Charles Bane Jr.'s The Chapbook — Mother and Father


I dreamt of you together
in a sunny field,
walking to me,
smiling.
Is this true?

Do you pass from hand to hand
what here falls in common light?
Is this within your power?

Mother,
do you kiss the necks
of bathing souls and
laugh when you lower your Brownie?

Are there trains and
trips to the city,
and Mother,
is there refinement
befitting such as you?

Did you find Ollie?
Weep and brush his shoulder,
and tell him when he was downed
you were crushed like paper?

Tell me you are there.
Tell me you keep
heaven coins Dad would lose
and spot clouds parting the horizon.

Tell me my beloveds,
does innocence crowd you round
as we did all?

Part, Mother,
as boys did in Forest Hills
when you walked, smiling,
to the subway entrance,
unbelieving you lived near?

Beloveds, we are well:
life is Spring unsoiled
in those of us you carried.


— Charles Bane, Jr.


Mother and Father appears here appropriately between Mother's Day and Father's Day. This poem of remembrance is the latest installment in the serialization of Charles Bane Jr.'s 2011 volume of poetry The Chapbook (Curbside Splendor). Part of a years-long journey, where we share and explore Charles' passion — his poetry — with you, our readers.

Charles is also the author of Love Poems (Kelsay Books, 2014). His work has been described in the Huffington Post as "not only standing on the shoulders of giants, but shrinking them." He created the Meaning of Poetry series for The Gutenberg Project and is a current nominee as Poet Laureate of Florida. A new collection of poetry, The Ends Of The Earth is currently taking shape. 

We thank Charles for his continuing contributions and wish him well in the publishing of a collection of short fiction entitled, For Whom The Bell Tolls: The Sequel And Other Stories.