Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased is present "Carmen," a previously unpublished poem by Ellen Denton, a freelance
writer living in the Rocky Mountains. Her short stories have appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies covering a spectrum of
fiction genres. She has a strong fondness for speculative fiction, with work appearing in Suddenly Lost in
Words anthologies, a Jusanni Productions print anthology, and others, and forthcoming in Daily Science
Fiction. She was one of the shortlisted finalists for the PK International
poetry competition, and has had verse that appeared in a Binnacle publication. Her creative non-fiction has been published a number of times in Publishing
Syndicate anthologies and elsewhere.
Carmen
The ocean brought her
in to me
the ocean took her
back.
Carmen died last
night. She was 96.
She had, during life,
visited 42
different countries,
every US state,
survived 5 separate
and distinct
bouts with
cancer, and had 4 children
who didn’t visit or
call her. Even
on Christmas. Never
A bad word to say
about anyone,
she had the spirit of
a seafaring bird.
Visiting her was
always like a walk
on the beach at dawn.
Star-fish, shells,
and stones, wonders of
the sea
left on glistening sand
by the incoming tide.
In death, if she could
tell me
one thing now, she
would say:
Turn off that open
faucet of inner tears, girl.
The tides of life may
wash something away,
but they always bring
something new in the morning.
Poet’s Notes: Carmen was a real person. Her
indifferent children were real. The cancers were real. Her death was real. She
rose above it all with this amazing good humor and grace. I only met her by
chance when I was visiting someone else in a senior care center, and came back
to see her many times, because no one else did.
Some people move around in our lives like ghosts. Carmen, even dead, is more alive to me today than many
people that still walk this earth. She was a grand lady with a child’s heart –
a true spark of light gone from the world.
Editor's Note: Elegies are often too personal and lack the universality desired for
inclusion in a literary journal. "Carmen" is an exception. Sadly, I believe that we probably all know someone like Carmen. It is worth giving all of us a reminder. There are nice elderly people out there who have been all but forgotten, as Mrs. Denton's breathtaking use of enjambment
between the second and third stanzas drives home.
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