SonnetDawn PotterOnce I had a boyfriend (you'll laugh, I know)Who strolling at midnight through a yellow-brick alleyGrasped both my cold hands and sweetly bellowed"My Girl" into the small wind that ebbed and salliedBetween our shadows. I'd known him for a week.He stared into my eyes and slowly decanted MotownInto the chill particulate air. Ignoring us, a plane idly streakedToward Philly, a bus hooted, a few cars sifted by. I looked downAt our four trapped hands: bowled over, yes, though fightingA queasy embarrassment. But you know, better than most,What I mean: how unreal it feels to play at romance, glidingSlickly beyond your homely self like a ballroom ghost,As if your everyday, tempted, shivering skinCouldn't perform a truer rendition.[This poem appeared in the Aurorean (spring/summer 2010).]
Dinner tonight: New potatoes with new bacon. New broccoli with new mesclun. Chocolate cake.
3 comments:
I like the surprise of the "you." What a beautiful sonnet.
And, as for that AMazon review, who knows what goes through people's minds when they write that stuff. Don't read them. And tell us all to go onto Amazon and write reviews. But no need to read those either.
"...how unreal it feels to play at romance...."
What a wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing it.
I was writing a diary in sonnets for a while, as I was copying out Shakespeare's sonnets. The project was sort of depressing but interesting also. I wrote a lot of bad sonnets, however.
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