My mother pointed to the nutbrown pavilion
overlooking the gorge and recalled
dancing square and round there
in her younger day. Distant drumming
of water grew to pounding thunder
as we drew closer to the falls. We edged
nearer on the scrabble path,
plunged into refrigerated shade
under the tuck of the cliff. My sister and I
leaned closer to hear our mother’s stories,
her white hair misted black, our voices raised
above the din of the oracle’s timpani.
We three turned silent
as we watched the bridal veil
fan across the granite.
Ellen Austin-Li is an award-winning poet published in Artemis, Writers Tribe Review, The Maine Review, Mothers Always Write, Memoir Mixtapes, Pine Mountain Sand & Gravel, Masque & Spectacle, and other places. Her first poetry chapbook, Firefly, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Ellen is active at Women Writing for a Change in Cincinnati and has studied poetry in multiple workshops.