Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Portrait of A.

She was an actress.
She ran for office.
She married the owner of the local baseball team.

In the winter she walks her yellow dog,
wearing a watch cap and pea coat.
There are curls at the edge of the cap.
She wears glasses.

In the spring she clears the gardens,
plants seeds,
hums.

I would like to buy her a wide-brimmed hat for summer.
A journal for her notices.
A gazebo made entirely out of election signs.
A bobble-head of her favorite player.

Instead, I deliver her mail,
slipping letters carefully into the slot
with a sigh.
______

25 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is oh so beautiful..! Loved the depiction of your sentiments for the character in the poem :D
xoxo

Helen said...

Wonder if Chip our mail carrier thinks about me in a poetic way ~~ doubt it.

hedgewitch said...

The intoxication of that stranger-crush is a special vintage, one to sip in the grey cold fog of reality to warm your bones. I love the little gestures of affection the narrator would like to make, and the quiet glow and heat behind the words.

Mama Zen said...

"A journal for her notices."

I love that.

Lynn said...

Crush story - love that.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I understand, I understand. Well done, Shay

Timoteo said...

You deliver every time, Shay!

my heart's love songs said...

lovely.

question regarding your labels:

is it ~
oh, well; silly rabbit; your plums are safe with me
or
oh, well, silly rabbit, your plums are safe with me?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love it, such poignant musings as you put the mail into the slot. Sigh.

Björn Rudberg said...

Sometimes the humble mail in the slot is what's needed.. a crush is something I have forgot how it felt...

Marian said...

Ah... she needs that journal. It would fit in the mail slot! ;)

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, slip that journal in the slot. A gazebo made entirely of election signs..interesting. Much better use of political pandering.

angieinspired said...

I love that journal too.

Ileana said...

I want a gazebo made of election signs..."Vote for Scarlet!" ;)

Missed the wit and humor here. Sigh.

Ella said...

I always leave treats for my mail carrier- Wow, you really painted your route-so well! I bet you sigh a lot~

Cloudia said...

A slice of your life?





ALOHA from Honolulu,
ComfortSpiral
=^..^=

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Delightful. Not only a poem but also an intriguing short story.

Kim Nelson said...

As ever, I am moved by the emotion you convey in your character sketches. We get of sense of who she really is, and how the narrator really feels. Lovely.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I am a sucker for unrequited love..and this poem is very sigh-worthy.

Sara said...

I especially like that she "hums."

Hope all is well with you!

Grapefruit Jean said...

I know, right?! Glasses are super sexy.

"A journal for her notices." This line is to die for.

I really like the stacking of the three "Shes" in the first stanza and the three "As" in the fourth stanza. It's visually interesting. If it were done in only one place, I would have thought it was an accident. But being that it was in two, I think it was on purpose. "She('s) a _____." What? Three shes who are three things. Things we don't know. But you do, because you're watching her so closely. You carry her mail; what's more intimate than that?

"slipping letters carefully into the slot" ... Clever. There's a double meaning in almost every word. Well done.

Oh, and I like that you left "hums" hanging on its own line. Not only does she hum with her mouth, but in the springtime, everything about her hums with electricity. We all have a season in which we especially thrive. Hers is spring.

I also think "clears the gardens" means she shaves her southern lady parts, and "plants seeds" means she has relations with men.

grapeling said...

sigh ~

Daryl said...

another to be read re-read and read again

Sioux said...

This makes me wonder how many secret, never-spoken-about crushes there are...

Very sweet and wistful...

Linda said...

This is so nice....