Guest Poet Sheila Ferguson


She is drawn to them, their shadows
stretch the distance of this nether world.
Awakening, they move towards her

The one on the left lowers his hands,
only to discover he is deaf.
The one in the middle puts down his arms,
and learns he is blind.
The one on the right releases his hold,
but finds he can no longer speak.

And so, they resume their stance in stone,
absorbing her as the fourth and final figure.
She extends her arms, only to learn she has no hands.

November, 1998

Sheila Ferguson's Questions:

I have a definite idea in mind when I refer to the woman learning she has no hands.

My question is -- what do you feel this refers to ?

Thanks for any suggestions or comments you may have about this poem.

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with your ideas about this poem.

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