Grandmother’s Limbs – by Svetlana Sterlin

ISLAND | ONLINE ONLY

Reaching for the highest shelf

in the store. The only one not scraped clean

in my mother’s home city.

                                                  

My cousin contemplated [           ] last year

before any of this started.

Бабушка had died and how could I

 

console my mother in any other way

than to help her flick through photos

that dissolved between our fingers?

 

Мама’s legs couldn’t carry her home

but she climbed ten storeys to see

a consul in a Brisbane city high rise

 

and apply for a passport to be with

her sister, to sort Бабушка’s affairs.

I guess they’ve stopped feuding, what with

 

Everything That’s Been Going On.

A phrase we’ve turned into habit,

moulding the words like slime,

 

malleable, like the limbs

scattered across the broken pavement

of Бабушка’s neighbouring country.

 

Months elapse before Мама’s passport

is approved. Borders open

and a war ensues. Back home

 

petrol prices skyrocket. Our city floods

and soon, those of us who can will resort

to using our limbs to carry us, swim us

 

from place to place. I almost made this

another poem about swimming

but words aren’t always poems.

 

Somewhere, someone folds

my grandmother’s limbs

across her body.

Image: Sincerely Media - Unsplash


If you liked this piece, please share it. And please consider donating or subscribing so that we can keep supporting writers and artists.

Svetlana Sterlin

Svetlana Sterlin writes poetry, prose, and screenplays in Meanjin. Her writing has recently been recognised in the Helen Anne Bell Award, the Richell Prize and the Queensland Young Writers Award. She has poetry and short fiction in Westerly, takahē, Meanjin, Cordite, and elsewhere. A swimming coach and former swimmer, she makes most things about swimming, including her online publication swim meet lit mag.

https://linktr.ee/svetlanasterlin
Previous
Previous

Parturition Chairs I-V – by Isabella G Mead

Next
Next

Friendly fire – by Tricia Dearborn