Memories And Mothers In Tiny Pieces: Poetry By Isobel O’Hare

“The air between trees is heavenly teeth sinking into an earth sandwich”


When we poured her ashes from the urn

tiny pieces of your mother

floated in the space between us

hovering there like laughter

in the cold air, and that is how



I think of it now, as if we were

building a snowman and our breath

like cartoon speech bubbles

touched for a moment before the next inhalation



I think the sea must have

taken her this way

a long swallow into its belly

and she is riding the whale


Isobel O’Hare received an MFA in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her work has appeared in Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Numero Cinq, The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review, and Cease, Cows.


Poems curated by FORTH poetry editors.

  1. February 2, 2015 @ 4:39 pm Charles Bane, Jr.

    Beautiful work.

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