11.06.2014

We'll Need a Sturdy Wagon

Telephone
like calliope, breath
 held, crouched under bleachers
       reaching out,   
grazing wooden wheel carrying
  the fat lady,
swooning for fists buried
     inside her crevices,
  wondering if her mother taught her
Look, But Don’t Touch. Hello?
Are you there?

Words Count with Mama Zen at Real Toads: CIRCUS

AND (speaking of circuses) this is #6 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!

7 comments:

  1. Such an intriguingly layered poem, Marian. I love how you set out the triquain form too.

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  2. Excellent poem, words playing gleefully without a net. (Great name you have!) xo

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  3. This is intriguing, Marian...I love the depth, the over/under feeling you've created. :)

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  4. The dark underbelly of circus life? Great writing, Marian! I am enjoying your November poems.

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  5. There gives a window into a part of the circus the crowd doesn't see. Great write!

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  6. hah, thank you. yes... the dark underbelly, kinda. :)

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