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March 12, 1988, I married Suzanne Fisher. The Devil grew jealous. Darkness struck, Early Onset Alzheimer’s struck. She died on March 12, 2019, our 21st anniversary.  (Suzanne long, long ago as a baby)

SUZANNE

By Mary O’Dell

When I learn of her going, I grow still,

pondering the ache of her sickness,

how it spilled onto him, her husband,

and onto their son, whose name I don’t recall.

I remember how her vague eyes sparkled and lit,

how her lips curved in a smile

when my old cat climbed on the sofa

and crept easy on her lap,

how she reached to stroke the black fur.

How for a moment, she seemed back inside herself,

aware of the small life beneath her hand,

this brief connection.

I cannot know the fresh grief of this family

but I measure in kind my own,

and pray for us all.

A small, dark spirit appears now and then

to lure us back to the warm, living world.

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Late Dia de Muertos

My version of a Calaveras, Skull poem.

Fiddlin’ John

Fiddlin’ John challenged him to a do-or-die duel,

Winner takes all, murmured the dark-eyed stranger.

 

Fiddlin’ John picked up his worn, trusty fiddle,

Then I shall soon own you fiddle and all.

 

The stranger held up a shiny red fiddle,

You play first, I shall be last.

 

A barmaid winced and offered Fiddlin John a drink,

He knocked it out of her hand and drew back his bow.

 

His fiddle gushed out with toe-tapping melodies.

He waited for the stranger to plead for mercy.

 

The stranger stood tall, horns on his head,

Hooves on his feet, as he took up a jeweled bow.

 

Tunes as dark as a mine shot out of the fiddle,

The door blew open, and the walls glowed red.

 

Fiddlin’ John searched for a back door,

I win your soul! Boomed the stranger.

 

The floor opened up into a fiery pit,

Down went Fiddlin’ John, fiddle and all.

 

Listen close this Halloween night,

The wind whispers hellish melodies.

 

Fiddlin’ John fiddles again this night.

 

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