Category Archives: The Chalice and the Crucible-Complete Poems

A Poem for the Man with the Trembling Pinkie . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 9 August 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a very short poem rhymed in a slapdash manner reminiscent of the personality of the protagonist …

A Poem for the Man with the Trembling Pinkie
by Alice B. Clagett
9 August 2019

His balderdash
Off he will cast
And you’ll be (past
tense) corned beef hash.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Ice . A Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Ice, a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem for you …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

This is a poem called “Ice” …

. . . . .

ICE
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
19 September 2019

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

I said, I’m a charity trust trustee
Ought I stay on the board or leave it?

He said, Why live with clutter?

Out of the corner of my eye
I looked round at his office

No papers, no books, no cabinets
Just a laptop and a printer

Ok, I said. I agree

As he handed me the paper to sign
his eyes cut like a razor

.   .  .

He said, Here are your POA forms
One is for power over health
the other for just about everything else

If you want
my wife and I
can provide that service for you

His eyes looked clear, like river ice
early on, in the winter

Ok, I said. I will sign them

.   .  .

His eyes turned blue like the midday sky
as he handed me the papers

Here’s a form, he said,
that I always advise
it’s important for your children

After 3 days they pull the plug
it saves them from commotion

I said, I don’t like that form at all!
Look at me – I’m the picture of perfect health
and then, I have no children

His eyes glinted like sun on snow
He said, My advice is to sign it.

.   .  .

He opened the door to show me out
Then stopped for half a second

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

.   .  .
.   .  .

She said, I can’t see you at my job
They’re fixing the floor in my office.
I’ll do the massage at our home instead

Her voice was like raspberry jam on toast
Why did that concern me?

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

Two weeks later, I found the door
of the place where she and her husband lived

Here, she said, is my new massage table

Her hand touched the cloth
in the way that a priest
offers the Sunday Eucharist

.   .  .

I don’t disrobe for massage, I said
I hope you can work around that

Her lips froze
Her eyes assessed
Her hip touched the edge of the table gently

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

.   .  .

This is a new technique, she said
You’ll be the first to try it
and she explained cerebrally
the ins and outs of the method

Then out of the blue, it seemed to me,
she said, Do you know Catherine?
I have known her for years, she said
and I really like her

My eyes froze, then relaxed. O yeah.
It’s Catherine that’s working back in town
next door to this young lady

A hunch formed in the back of my mind
Then disappeared
before I could see
more than a claw
or the look on the face of it

.   .  .

A man in a hat
that concealed his face
walked in from the yard

As he cleared the lintel I saw
the door was still half open

His shadow lay
like a long black line
on the floor at the foot of the table

Who’s that? I asked

O, she said,
He’s just a gawker from next door
You don’t mind, do you?

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

He turned round in the cool dim room
felt for the door with his left hand
and stumbled into the sunlight

.   .  .

My blood turned hot.
My hands got cold
My heart got a speeding ticket

I sat up.

My gosh, I have to go!
Here, let me pay you

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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Warm Water Wash . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Created on 20 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019

WARM WATER WASH
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
20 September 2019

Two kids were in the laundry room.
15, 16, and very with it
They knew the ropes
They knew they could be there
in the daytime, to keep warm

Maybe they worked nights
in that Wild West town
stashing the cash
for a trip to Purgatory

. . .

Hey!
Hey! with a shrug
a half-pivot away
a sideways sritter
of downcast eyes

. . .

When snow lies thick
on the motel drive
may the laundry room door
stay open for ’em

May the vending machines
cough up the goods
when they shake ’em

May their mothers
know where they are
and pray for ’em

May God himself
warm their hearts at night
when the blizzard
don’t give a damn for ’em

…………………..

Alice B. Clagett


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The Girl Who Rides the Whale . a lyrical poem by Alice B. Clagett

Journalled on 11 June 2003

Dear Ones,

What do whales do
when raw wounds gape?

They have
no hands to touch and heal
There are
no bandaids for a whale

Must they then give
their wounded selves
wholly into Ocean’s care?

So like our hearts
waiting to recall
that vaster sea that buoys us

Like the girl that rides the whale
I yearn to shed this frame and be
more

Not this or that

Past what this little mind conceives

Beyond these words
and any thought of me

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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The World Is Like a Little Child . a visionary poem by Alice B. Clagett

Journalled on 3 December 2009

Dear Ones,

The world is like a little child, begging us
to come out of our heart home and play.
Come out and play with me for a little while!
Then when the longing returns —
to be home again — what a happy thought!
Heart is where the home is!
And here it has been,
right within me, all this time!

Alice B. Clagett


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Mission Accomplished. A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 July 2019; published on 16 July 2019

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

At writing class this month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: spelunking, no, accomplished, joy, green, deserted, mistake, and kaleidoscope.

My gift to the class was a poem that included those words. Here is that poem for you ….

Mission Accomplished
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
7 July 2019

No! Spelunking is not for me!

When my first grade class went to the Luray Caverns in Virginia, I went on sit-down strike at the entrance.

I remember our teacher said:
“Sit right here till we get back!”

Then, one by one,
my classmates walked
down the stairs
into the cave.

Deserted! I was all alone!

Time went by.
I stared at the dark entrance to the cave.
A cool breeze welled up to greet me.

As if it had a mind of its own, my foot started tapping.

I stood up.
“This is a big mistake,” I thought.

I stepped down one stone step, then another.
Down, down into the darkness.

Gone, the green grass.
Gone, the kaleidoscope of sunlit clouds and sky.

My sandaled feet tapped Morse code courage.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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I Don’t Remember . A Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 July 2019; published on 16 July 2019

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

At writing class this month, we had an assignment to write a story on the topic: I Don’t Remember. My gift to the class was this poem …

I Don’t Remember
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
7 July 2019

I don’t remember
how I came to Earth
Not exactly.

I remember flying,
….. falling,
………. swooping down
…………… from somewhere

Holding my archangel’s hand …

A spiral
………. downward dance

Full of
…..  joyful notions
………..  of the things
………………  that were to be

Through something
….. seeming solid
……….  yet not so

Suddenly
….. Not knowing!

Darkness
softly thumping

Then felt
the hopeful turning
of the child
I was to be.

. . . . .

Alice B. Clagett


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