Libby Sommer: ‘Bewildered’, ‘Crows Never Forget’ and ‘What Could We Say?’

Bewildered

When I was four
I asked my big brother
Is mum the wicked
queen from Snow White?

He fell about with laughter,
then wrestled me to the ground
using his knees to pin
my shoulders to the floor.

My brother, the bully.
But I loved him.

Years later, when our mother said she
had heart problems, my brother told her
it was impossible.
How can you? he said.
You don’t have a heart.

The questions still disturb me to this day.

Libby Sommer

Crows Never Forget

can we remember like they do
through long rain-drenched months
with their clever chat?
one warns the others a human who scared them
years ago but the crows when the sky cleared
cried out loud and raucous
near the top-floor balcony
trellised with spring buds
crow-speech channelling new connections into
the sides of my head

Libby Sommer

What Could We Say?

Before dawn’s soft lightening,
rain stills itself on flat roofs
in pools of stagnant water.

Each morning we hear
a car speed up the hill
and dark recurring…