In a Strange Turn of Events, June Cleaver Shreds Her Apron
I want to be Captain America for awhile.
I’ll kiss my ship.
I love ships.
I haven’t been Captain America
in a long time
I can’t remember if I have a ship.
(Meanwhile, the children roost in my limbs)
I’ll kiss my ship.
I love ships.
I haven’t been Captain America
in a long time
I can’t remember if I have a ship.
(Meanwhile, the children roost in my limbs)
Looking really closely
I see it is my heart.
Not my ship, but my heart.
I don’t need a screwdriver
to fix my ship
steady vessel.
My heart rides on the edge
of my sleeve, call it my cape.
(Meanwhile, the children toe the dirt for clues)
My ship doesn’t fly.
(I don’t have a ship.)
My heart hides beneath the folds
of my cape, cowers from crabs
from cats
from bats on the wing.
Flying is overrated.
Perhaps I should take a train.
(The children are grounded)
Am I there yet?
My heart can’t take it.
Captain America,
take your vacation.
Wish you were
here.
Labels: June Cleaver, more poetry from Rick Mobbs' paintings, readwritepoem
posted by jillypoet @ 2:03 PM
11 Comments:
you kill me. i love this.
thank you! reading it again, it sounds vaguely like a demented housewife highjacked my muse!
Jilly. Jilly! :D
you're probably exhausted when you wrote this...
i like it.
This is a fantastic poem! It is quite, quite funny, and so packed with conflicting emotion! The title is great too...wow, seriously, this is good...and, it makes me want to be a mom that much more! Also, "children roost in my limbs" and "Flying is overrated." wow...I could go on and on about this poem, really...
Are you lost in the Underworld? Knock on a wall, and we'll try to find you! Shout, if you can!
Jill, this is an honest, whimsical poem, and very much of you. Your voice is all over it! Love it.
BTW, Dana is starting a new postcard poetry project. I submitted one, and it's up on her new site.
Here's the link, in case you want to submit one. She want all the co-poers to do one if they can.
oops, left off the link.
postal poetry project
I haven’t been Captain America
I see it is my heart
My heart
My heart doesn’t fly
To stumble on great beauty this early in the morning. What a gift.
I like this a lot. "toe the dirt" is great as is the rhythm of your last lines.
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