Three Poems From a Sequence: Nightmare Versions

In these bizarre times our own nightmares can seem a refuge

by Evelyn Hooven (February 2016)

 

     A SUMMARY

 

It does recur, yes often—

The voices intimate, stern,

Say over and over

She has not done enough

And what she has done

Is not good enough.

 

Over and over

The nightmare

Turns into deans and professors.

Though she professes nothing

Records are there.

And the questionnaire deletes

Proof of fame and honor

To include

How long has she professed nothing,

How well has she done with it?

 

They meet and come to decisions.

Though they pretend reluctance

One sees they are eager.

                        

Consider enforced labor,

Delete all question of honor.

Go quickly, go to the limit.

 

There was a train—

She did not get on it.

There were well-dressed, talkative

People for whom soot

Falls elsewhere

For whom the engine

Is silent.

She is one

Who arrived too late

Or was it too early?

She is the one

Whose fabric unravels,

We must turn elsewhere.

The coal ash is lodged

In her cornea,

We must leave before

It appears we refuse

Our instruments

To remove or sustain.

Make brief attempts at repair—

A pin or two, then bandage lightly—

THEN SEND HER THERE.  .  .  .

 

 

     PRELUDE

 

The arm of this school chair

Compels me

To do and do and do

Until the spell is broken,

The arm of the demon

Harmless as a mannequin’s—

Is there a place away

From space I occupy--

The shell, the house and skin?

 

The air supply is gone—

Not one mask for breath—

A danger of voices.  .  .  .

 I sit quite still and remember

An indignant blare.

 

I braided your hair

I sent you out fair

As a princess, where

Is your kingdom?                                                                                

I’ve worn out my days

In stitching and waiting

But your thoughts are cripples

That fall to the bottom,

How can anyone care

What happens to you?

             

Will the demon let go?

My hand is trembling

And the sound of my name

Does not steady me.

There are some I indict

Yet I cannot unlove.

 

There is no camouflage

For this jungle—

Weapons falter

And the guide

Is an enemy.

The sound of my name

Does not steady me

Yet it is time.  .  .

 

 

     THE FEAR

 

Din, armour, rain—

Your face dwindles

Your voice has no tone.

 

Hammer, tunnel, clock—

It is morning

Your hands are stark.

 

This is a visit from the dead—

There is nothing

You can hold.

 

____________________________

 

Evelyn Hooven graduated from Mount Holyoke College and received her M.A. from Yale University, where she also studied at The Yale School of Drama.  A member of the Dramatists’ Guild, she has had presentations of her verse dramas at several theatrical venues, including The Maxwell Anderson Playwrights Series in Greenwich, CT (after a state-wide competition) and The Poet’s Theatre in Cambridge, MA (result of a national competition). Her poems and translations from the French have appeared in ART TIMES, Chelsea, The Literary Review, THE SHOp: A Magazine of Poetry (in Ireland), The Tribeca Poetry Review, Vallum (in Montreal), and other journals, and her literary criticism in Oxford University’s Essays in Criticism.

 

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