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just pledged her troth
to a man bred in Sun Prairie
raised on marking holidays
with coordinated hot dishes
and family dinners around
one table every night
so like an eager little crocus
she balances on high heels
in a Norman Rockwell painting
to sign a marriage license
and say the words my husband
every chance she gets
© by Shoshauna Shy.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Shoshauna Shy began writing at the age of eight on a manual Olivetti. The author of five books, she reads short stories to trigger ideas for poetry. A cat care business affords her plenty of writing time in other peoples' quiet houses. Learn more about Shoshauna here.
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Lori Levy:
Great!
Posted 02/03/2019 04:14 PM
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wordartdjc:
Hh, yes, I do remember that Rockwell painting. She has sounded a cry here for the meaning of love which is unusual in a very 'good' way.
Posted 02/03/2019 04:03 PM
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Sarah Russell:
Oh, the spirit and love in this poem are contagious and have me smiling despite the cold. Going now to read more of your work.
Posted 02/03/2019 10:43 AM
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michael escoubas:
I appreciate the tender life-insight this poem affords. Thank you, Shoshauna!
Posted 02/03/2019 08:15 AM
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Richard Greene:
"So like an eager little crocus" -- marvelous line!
Reminds me of a stanza from a Tony Hoagland poem, "Beauty:
It was spring. Season when the young
buttercups and daisies climb up on the
mulched bodies of their forebears
to wave their flags in the parade.
And "in a Norman Rockwell painting". That's splendid too.
Posted 02/03/2019 07:29 AM
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Larry Schug:
"eager little crocus"--nice! I am impressed with what you do for poetry in your community as I learned from your website.
Posted 02/03/2019 06:40 AM
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