Wednesday, April 15, 2020

"The Cottage"

Cottage on Inisheer, one of the Aran Islands, Ireland September 2010   


Whitewashed walls tinged rose by sunrise’s blush   
sashes—a splash of sky   
new thatch mixes with dew’s perfume   
while flowers and ferns embroider the path of home       
Door opens with smiles and cheer       
Enter!       
Enter!       
Peat banked in the hearth       
black pot nestles in amber embers simmering Guinness stew         
Lace daintily drips from the table        
—tatted by Grams’ steady hands       
Oatcakes totter on a platter       
sheep’s cheese, churned butter, honey, cream       
and tea brewed black—a midnight sky swirling with galaxies        
From the loft flows the fiddle’s enchantment        
a boy’s toe tapping, keeping the beat        
drowning out the past’s lament        
tears of yesteryear hidden in another song        

Cottage at Bunratty Castle
Share a pint   
Share a verse   
Share our life     
Welcome home!   
Welcome home.   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman


Cottage at Bunratty Castle



 During our entire trip through
 Ireland, a place I'd never visited before, I felt    as though I was returning home.









Cottage on Inisheer

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

"Laundry"


one pile expands in the bedroom
a second blocks the hallway’s path
a third’s stuffed into a hamper
another explodes in our bath

mutating exponentially
as every day passes by
an alien infiltration
makes all our clothing multiply

on Saturday mornings I climb
over mountainous stinky stacks
by shifting and swiftly sorting
they yield to my vicious attacks

whites swirl into boiling water
while colors churn in icy cold
then they tumble in fluffy air
once dried, each gets a tidy fold

the end of a tedious day
finds every item in its place
fatigue anchors me to the couch
where I know I’ve won the race

 . . . until next week!




Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman 

Monday, April 13, 2020

"The Ride"

http://www.seattlepi.com/ The World's Steepest Roller Coaster


We stand together, our eyes fixated on the ride ahead   
The interminable line snakes before us, but we enter anyway   
Attracted by the lure of excitement and risk   
Waiting with false patience for our future,   
we sing, tell stories, people watch—   
Pushing aside insecurities and fears with jokes   

One step forward, one step forward, one step forward   
until we stand at the gateway   
We feel the ground tremor, hear the hiss of breaks   
Too late to turn back now, too late for second thoughts   
The harness clamps us into space   
bare feet dangle, trying to find purchase in the sky   
We trust technology,   
shove aside panic; focus upon anticipation and thrill   

Velocity throws us headlong     
We twist, turn—upside down, sideways, backwards   
Screams and laughter bend with the momentum   
Our muscles constrict in tension   
Our stomachs slide into our throats   
Our heads explode with pressure   
But there’s no getting off this ride   
We have to see it through   

Eyes clenched tightly closed while fingers grip the bars   
we survive the first onslaught and prepare for the second   
Uncontrollable laughter bubbles out—   
floats on the manufactured winds of speed   
Peaking eyes open, we see the end is near   
Triumph whoops   
Fists punch air   

Teasing each other over our doubts,   
we regain footing on the platform   
where we dance with victory,    
we celebrate our survival   
Overlooking headaches and nausea,   
we look for the entrance of the next ride   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Saturday, April 11, 2020

"Greedy Little Men"

"Goblin" by David Chapman
pencil/Photoshop




Greedy Little Men
            Like slithering serpents in the Garden of Eden
                        twisting the world with their lines
                        constricting around our minds
                        sucking us dry of laughter, warmth, desire, love
                        biting with the sharpened fangs of need
                        poisoning the world with their avarice
                                    Greedy Little Men


Copyright 1997 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

The more things change, the more they stay the same. This poem, written in response to the political climate twenty-three years ago, still applies to today's world.


Friday, April 10, 2020

"Mask Guidelines"



           

Yesterday my son, our designated shopper, ventured out on a hunting and gathering mission at our local HEB. I took advantage of the opportunity to leave the house, and sat in the car for ninety minutes participating in one of my favorite pass times—watching people.

Today, I feel compelled to pull together some guidelines to help everyone realize that just wearing a mask and gloves doesn’t protect you if you still do stupid things. My suggestions, with explanations may seem harsh, but we live in a new reality.



1. ONLY ONE PERSON IN THE STORE PER FAMILY.

I observed several families heading into the store even with warnings from the management to leave your kids at home. All three families yesterday put masks on the kids although the parents wore nothing. I guess they don’t understand that they can be exposed to COVID-19 and pass it to their children once they return home. Putting masks on their kids just at the store is useless. All of the families I watched had children who were old enough to be left at home for the length of a grocery store trip. I also saw couples shopping together. Again, one person wore a mask while the other didn’t. If you don’t have enough masks for each family member to wear while getting groceries, then only those having masks should shop.



2. KEEP YOUR MASK ON UNTIL YOU DISINFECT YOUR HANDS/GLOVES.
Masks are hot and uncomfortable. They are also protection. I couldn’t believe how many people left the store and yanked their masks down while still walking to their cars. They unloaded their groceries with their noses and mouths exposed. WE TOUCH OUR FACES SUBCONSCIOUSLY ALL THE FUCKING TIME! Nine out oAf ten people in that parking lot swiped at their noses or eyes while placing groceries into their vehicles. All of those people exposed themselves to potential infection.



3. BRING GARBAGE BAGS OR ZIP-LOCKS TO DISPOSE OF GLOVES. 

Take your gloves off just like you’ve seen in all of those medical shows—to where they are inside out, and wrap one glove into the other. Also, don’t take them off until you’ve unloaded your groceries and put the cart away. At that point, put your gloves m into a garbage bag or baggie that can be sealed and thrown away as soon as you reach home. I recommend that you have Clorox wipes, a bleach and water mixture spray bottle, or hand sanitizer in your car. Before you drive off, you can clean your hands. Remember, your mask should still be on until you get home. 



4. ONCE HOME, UNLOAD YOUR GROCERIES BEFORE TAKING OFF YOUR MASK. 

Disinfect your shoes and any door knobs you’ve touched. Since you are now at a place where you can wash our hands frequently, dispose of your mask. If it’s a cloth one, throw it straight into the washer. We have our designated shopper toss his clothes into the wash immediately and head for a shower. If you’re on your own, disinfect your purchases, toss your clothing into the wash, and finally shower yourself.



 

Copyright 2020 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman