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I am waiting for the right instant to say your name

November 19, 2009

by Peg Duthie

I have torched battalions of straw men
in my quest to spin an ending to my liking.
I have cajoled seeds into uprooting secrets
before they are even drowned or buried.
I have fleeced both witches and sailors
and clothed empresses with newsprint veils.
I have given nothing away, although
many who partake of my measures fail
to recognize that everything bears a price.
I learned this from you. Your prints form a ghost
under everything I touch, a phantom
under every map I sketch, and once
I cease to care about what left’s to lose, I
will free you from the lump lodged in my throat.

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Peg Duthie (website) shares a house in Nashville, Tennessee, with a small piano, a large dog, and a drawerful of knives. She blogs at Chrysanthemum.

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  1. t
    November 19, 2009 at 1:40 pm


    • November 20, 2009 at 4:47 pm

      (Apologies if you receive multiple replies – some technical trouble here.) Thank you.

  2. November 19, 2009 at 2:21 pm

    Peg, a lovely poem. And thank you for your comment about mine.

    • November 20, 2009 at 4:48 pm

      Thank you, Susan!

  3. November 19, 2009 at 2:49 pm

    I have given nothing away…

    Ah, but you have given everything in this wonderful, wonderful poem. Thank you so much for your words, Peg.

    • November 20, 2009 at 4:51 pm

      It took a good while to coax, drag, and badger into being, but the result and reaction has definitely been worth it – much love to you for letting me know it pleased you so.

  4. Catherine Ednie
    January 3, 2010 at 1:27 pm

    Peg – I enjoyed your poems in this issue – also got a kick out of viewing your “penny” project in flickr! Thanks for your comment on my piece,
    From the porch,

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