When camelias bloom in December, her sisters sip iced tea under the silk oak, lounging in winter sun. With two hungry sons, she enters the circle of seven sisters, the stuff of their industrious crafts— triangles of fabric, cylinders of candle wax, terrarium moss, charcoals, watercolors— warm rise of cinnamon swirl. The things she needed. Her hair brushed, feet washed, body perfumed, anointed with bergamot. Needful things to escape plagues of locusts, gnats, black death, endless demands of the law. Her sisters surround her like sweet alyssum, sweep her into their room full of dragonflies and song, jalousie windows open to the east wind, breezes of sea salt, laughter of life— the del Valle’s piano resounds, a breath prayer. She wonders why she ever left.
Janna Schledorn’s poetry has appeared in the anthology, Mother Mary Comes to Me (Madville 2020), and in the journals Presence: A Journal of Catholic Poetry, Adanna Literary Journal, Amethyst Review, and other journals. She is a co-winner of the 2016 Thomas Burnett Swann Poetry Prize from the Gwendolyn Brooks Writers Association of Florida and has poems in their journal, Revelry. She teaches composition and creative writing at Eastern Florida State College. For more, visit jannaschledorn.com.
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