At Temple Bar I Refuse to Worship

her or this color standing in for her or our brittle, fragile love.
Still, I note the cobalt blue bottle with its eye dropper top
at my end of the bar. Without too much trouble I could reach

across the wide bar top, give the bottle a half turn to see / read
its handwritten label on masking tape. I resist, pointedly refrain
from reaching for it, from holding it in my hand, from reading

whatever is scrawled on its label. This end of the bar is tidy but
busy: a shot glass, a candle, flame flickering in a red votive glass,
a stack of black cocktail napkins, a squat wide-mouth clear glass

bin of wine bottle corks, trays of various salts on staggered scales,
a pepper mill, a tumbler of bamboo cocktail spears or skewers.
Close enough are rows of upside down wineglasses, bottles

of Absinthe & pyramids of sugar cubes. In a tray, white paper-
sheathed bottles of bitters: black walnut, peach, Aztec chocolate.
Finally, I have to know, can’t leave until I ask. No sacrifice here:

I carefully ask the bartender, What’s in the blue bottle with
the eyedropper?
Indulgent, he replies, Orange flower water & turns
the bottle so that I can read its label: “Orange H2O.” I think to ask,

Shouldn’t it be in an orange, or even brown, bottle?, but don’t.
The color still draws my eyes, still clouds my sight & scales my
judgement, & I guess will until I can no longer see. At Temple Bar

I refuse to contemplate the candle flame as echo of her ancient love
for Dad, or of our old sunken love & regard. I know the bottle
doesn’t contain Mom’s bitter tears, or a tincture of her silence mulled

with herbs, or an extract of her love for her daughters & friends
& realtor. I could reach up & across this wide gulf of absence & give
her memory a half-turn tweak. Finally, I refrain, pointedly resist.

~*~

Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 | My Day 6
April 10, 2013

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About Andrew Shattuck McBride

I am a writer, editor, writing coach, and consultant. I work in a variety of genres, including poetry, short stories, and creative non-fiction. I also have a couple of novels simmering on back burners. THANK YOU to Nan Macy of Village Books for taking this photo (June 2011).
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2 Responses to At Temple Bar I Refuse to Worship

  1. I wish WordPress would allow Quadruple Likes. I’d give this poem ten Quadruple Likes!

  2. Jennifer!

    “Quadruple Likes” makes me smile. Thank you!

    Cheers, Andy

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