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Callie Siskel: “Mother-of-Pearl”

I wrote “Mother-of-Pearl” in a class in which the only assignments were elegies, persona poems, and lullabies. It was then that I began associating with one another the ideas of loss, façade, and night. Of course, the “lull” in lullaby means to make someone feel deceptively secure—to cover up the longing, grief, and fear that tends to surface just before we go to sleep. There are the lullabies we sing to ourselves and the ones we sing to others. For the speaker of “Mother-of-Pearl,” there is no distinction. Her lullaby is not a song, but a ritual of silence. She wordlessly lulls herself and others not only by concealing her grief, but also by turning her lies into pearls. I wanted her body to enact the lullaby, and so I gave her the power of mollusks. The nature of mollusks and pearls appealed to me for their concentric layers, which seemed apt as a metaphor for withholding. There are many poems in which mollusks and pearls feature prominently; two of my favorites include “Whelks,” by Mary Oliver and “Warming Her Pearls,” by Carol Ann Duffy. These poems had to have been in my mind when writing, as the process of making pearls seems analogous to poetry. My lullaby is the poem itself, an unrhymed sonnet, which I made, in part, to contain my own loss.



At night, in bed, my lies emerge as pearls.
The first, in midwinter, Tahitian gray
and silver, cold against my throat, was born
a foreign object, perilous inside
my chest. I slept
 all night to ease the pain,
and while I did, I made it round, lustrous.
I’ve since lost track
I don’t remember how
to tell the truth, how not to turn my grief
to rose and cream. The more I hold inside,
the more I petrify, the harder night
becomes. How else can I explain the time
my body froze itself until morning?
I could die without your knowing what
is tender now, priming itself for night. 

Callie Author Photo 2Callie Siskel is the recipient of a 2014 Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship for Arctic Revival. Her poems appear in the Yale Review32 Poems, Passages NorthThe New Criterion, The Hopkins Review, and other journals.

photo credit: Rangiroa (pearl farm) via photopin (license)