PROSE POETRY
HEATHER DOVE
AT BEDTIME, WITH LILLY
My daughter, almost 9, says, Let’s read some poetry. Keys and clues and secrets scattered, tucked all around the little room. I toe them aside to lift the page. I don’t get it. What does it mean. Well, a poem has a lot of meanings you have to unravel it and it’s like a mystery. Sometimes no one really knows. Like that poem about the Raven. What’s it about? (She repeats the rhythm and rhyme.) Probably about the lost Lenore, I say, I don’t really know myself.
Heather Dove is a writer who has been nursing a slow burn for 25 years. She gathers fuel for the fire in Maryland.
