Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Four O’Clock in a December Afternoon” by Tricia Knoll, a Songs of Eretz Frequent Contributor and this week’s Poet of the Week. A biography of the poet may be found in the “About Our Editor & Frequent Contributors” section.
Four O’Clock in a December Afternoon
and petit fours with raspberry jam.
Nor about prep time for powdering geisha’s cheeks
with Peruvian flowers for a far-flung night.
Or when the laundry is assuredly dry
on a frozen wind-cracking line.
The day is sliding down,
a pivot point revolving into night.
This is the hour my dry fingers pick, pick
at strings knotted shut on my red velvet pouch.
I pluck and stretch the mouth open,
to pull out eight icy cat-eye marbles
to either defrost or somersault gently
into remaining light.
Poet’s Notes: This started as perhaps an ode to the Four O’Clock flower, Mirabilis jalapa (pictured). Geishas use a portion of the flower as a white foundation make up. I was working on a collection of poetry about aging and time, a manuscript called Gathering Marbles that is trying to find a publisher. I often slow down to think of evening, the next roll in the game.