Grendel’s Mother

By Heidy Steidlmayer Heidy Steidlmayer
When the moon’s worn scutcheon
touches the flint-gray flood,
I will lave him in foxglove
and vetch until the blood
of his wretched heart heals.

Without a scar, he stood—

as the men make their way
into the quaking wood.

Source: Poetry (November 2011).

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This poem originally appeared in the November 2011 issue of Poetry magazine

November 2011
 Heidy  Steidlmayer

Biography

Heidy Steidlmayer's poems have appeared in Poetry, TriQuarterly, Ploughshares, Literary Imagination, Michigan Quarterly Review, and elsewhere. Steidlmayer is the recipient of the J. Howard and Barbara M.J. Wood Prize from Poetry and a Rona Jaffe Writers' Award. She is the author of a book of poems, Fowling Piece (2012).

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets, Social Commentaries, War & Conflict, Mythology & Folklore, Fairy-tales & Legends

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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