Tipton Poetry Review I.V. Poems

In Lucy J. Madison's collection, I. V., we are infused with red, dripping words from an inverted, familiar place of baptism, morphing, longing, passion, remoteness, the fullness of the natural world, and man­made emptiness. The reader is left drowning in water that we keep returning to, as pond, lake, sea, or rain. All is storm and tide, sucking and pulling, ending life, giving life, frightening, comforting. Ice is bourn or ice covers over us. Tears leave their wet remains on cheeks. And here are winds that whip us, lull us, and displace us from some comfort. Winds that lift hopeful wings, and winds that return memories they have borrowed for a time. Leaves fall or upturn, but their veins are rarely satisfactorily fed by their branches. If poetry should be tied to song in either rhythm or movement, these qualify as segments from a symphony with nostalgic notes we've heard before-or think we have-but that also sweep into refrains we could not have expected.

There are conflicts of dueling externalizations. While in a few poems Madison humanizes inanimate objects, in others she herself wants to change into something other than human in that she becomes a part of seasons, oceans, a hummingbird. In "The Farmhouse," a forgotten home is almost eerily personified.

Now empty and forgotten, the ivy eats it board by board greedily engulfing the entire lower floor, stretching its sticky fingers upstairs, past the shattered windows, the black eyes swollen shut, the red trim peeling and dark, dried blood caked into its sides.

There is a sense that this conglomeration of wood and nails is not only alive-yet dying-itself, but knows the pride of motherhood.

Once upon a time, life kicked within it, and it held itself like an expectant mother who smiles each time she touches her stomach.

"Annie's Pond" reveals that the author can visualize an animal in one's self as clearly as she can see humanity in an animal. She anthropomorphizes a hawk soaring overhead in these lines:

His white woven shirt ripped open to the navel, feet swaying just off the ground, bare and dirty, calloused and bleeding. His shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as if after this, he had fields to hoe and livestock to feed.

The need to be wanted, and the wait to be wanted is wrapped up in these fine lines from "I.V."

I am here waiting for you to cherish

all those places inside me one ever thought to look, like the corner of a closet where a favorite sweater smelling vaguely like winter rests waiting to be worn again.

Renewal and rebirth are presented from the poet's natural surroundings, which are wooded, oceanic, trailed and trail-less. Seasonal changes pound, tides roll and wash, leaves brighten and die in their own cycles of rebirth. "I, Phoenix" is one complete remembrance of what it is to live and die, and "Here" reveals a simple theory of death and reincarnation:

It's the ones who say it all when they are alive who get to leave, who are reborn again or able to find their heavens

"Will you miss me when I'm gone?" the author asks. Her subjects long to fit together or against each another companionably. These poems make a definite whole, yet they are never fully settled or comforted for long. They seek peace, but never find lasting harmony here among the winds and rains, storms and empty rooms once joyfully occupied. We are nourished on passion for a moment, but left feeling remote once our sustaining line has been removed. Floorboards creak. A forest makes us feel insignificant. Children fish and play at the peripheries of this collection, like a struggling catch on a line that is never reeled to shore. And all of it creates a beautiful dissatisfaction during the time that we are here. From "Dawning"-

until single words swimming in their own brilliance cease because mostly it is not about words at all but is instead a reminder of the time we sat under the Oak tree drifting to sleep against one another before any words were needed

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