Terra Incognita: Poems
By Sara Henning
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These masterful elegies follow the contours of a troubled mother-daughter relationship, explore the paradoxes of mourning, and relish the complicated joys of perseverance to map not only how one makes sense of the world but also how one reenters it after experiencing a transformative loss.
Divided into four sections, this poignant collection begins with “Terra Inferna,” which chronicles a single mother’s attempt to raise her daughter in 1980s rural Georgia. “Terra Incognita” follows the daughter’s journey across states, out of devastating poverty, and into a loving marriage, as her mother loses her battle with colon cancer. In “Terra Nova,” the speaker meditates on her mother’s passing, her crisis of meaning turning to revelation of legacy’s love. “Terra Firma” brings closure, as the speaker reconciles her grief while rediscovering how to find joy in life’s small moments.
Sara Henning
Sara Henning is the author of View from True North, cowinner of the 2017 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry Open Competition Award and the 2019 High Plains Book Award. Her honors include the Lynda Hull Memorial Poetry Prize, the George Bogin Memorial Award, the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Award, and awards from the Sewanee Writers' Conference and the Vermont Studio Center. Her work has been published in journals such as Quarterly West, Crab Orchard Review, Witness, Crazyhorse, Meridian, and the Cincinnati Review. She lives and writes in Huntington, West Virginia, where she teaches at Marshall University.
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Terra Incognita - Sara Henning
I
Terra Inferna
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment.
—Naomi Shihab Nye
Terra Inferna
When my mother died, I dreamed of a man
rough-sketching on gesso, palette knife scraping
the angles of a woman’s face. He knuckles
thin washes of color, the way a man might thumb
through a woman, exulting her, erasing her.
He’s famous for his horses, hunger-hardened
and sensual, pupils blown open by violence
or love. Others thrash with their hooves,
escapists hurling forward. I dreamed
of the teenage girl always ghosting the interior,
cut-off blue jeans, black camisole, smoke
clenching her body in its silt halo. There’s a Zippo
next to her, a crushed pack of Lucky Strikes.
Her off-frame stare says, Listen. It says, I want
to tell you everything. Once, a mare thrust
her muzzle into the shotgun window of his 1967
Chevy Nova—this was years ago—Tulsa,
a whole afternoon of hooky in the field off
Route 66 by the high school. Rabbits, tonguing
the husks off of sweet corn. His back,
sunburned as raw prayer, as the radio pulses
Van Morrison. The girl in the back seat,
offering him her body. The mare’s face
in the window is a flash, a sudden weapon.
She could break the young man reaching for her,
crush his hands with her jaw. She could bite
the girl until her skin gapes and slips,
flesh pooling in plush knots. I think of this image
when I close my eyes—a girl so lovely
it hurts to look at her, a mare wild enough
to end everything, a mane that smells
like sex, prairie fire, rabbits seething
their death song into the glare. The man
will call it some heart’s undoing, as if
to repeat the thing you most want will keep it
holy. Like the night his girl falls asleep,
her cigarette glimmering. He won’t be able
to unsee it—her soul lunging its muscled heat
into air, screams chased down by darkness.
Or the mare, always the mare—feral elegy
he’ll snare into oil, her mane so light-tangled
it could be burning.
Elegy with Saltwater Taffy
River Street Sweets, Savannah, Georgia, 1984
You could say we came, my mother and I,
to watch the aproned man pour his tincture
of cornstarch and sugar onto the metal table,
wait until it hardened enough to be touched.
You could say we waited for him to move
it to the stretching machine, to wrestle
and press the melon spice candy against
the iron arms. You could say it amazed us,
the physics of it, how something so simple
could soften and harden like the whims
of the body. We watched him conjure
taffy into snakelike ropes, feed it
into a hundred-year-old machine which cut,
then folded each piece into wax paper.
But really, we came for the pieces
he flung at us, how they arched in parabolas
or shot like fastballs over our heads.
I loved it when I could catch one—
warmth still radiating, paper skin,
the shape my mouth made around it.
And after, I’d beg my mother to walk
by the river until my flip-flops burned
the ridge between my toes, seagulls scattering
when we came too close. Even now,
I relish the salt and sugar still kindling
together, sweat-luscious body and taffy.
I can still taste the sea.
Queening
When our calico Manx
seizes up like the women at Auntie’s church
who writhe at