Hi there, Thanks for your thoughts on this one, I was wondering how it
would go over...  CW, Mary :O)

--- Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> This is a very smooth read, Mary.  It leaps to life in the last image -
> that
> makes me want to read it again because it might not be quite the cosy
> poem I
> thought it was.  But then again, I'm not sure.  The hugged knees and
> dark
> imitation of an angry porcupine make me wonder again.  In some ways it
> reminds me
> of the Hopper painting 'Christina' that Sue wrote about a while back.
> It feels
> isolated.  I start to wonder how the child felt about the purse.
> bw
> christina
>
> >
> > June Fourth
> >
> >
> > Night falls again. I hug my knees
> > to my chest in a white nightgown
> > nearly the same as the one I wore
> > as a child. Ruffled around the edges,
> > embroidered pink flowers. I remember
> >
> >    the ugly girl I was, walking to school
> >    alone. Up the hill. Black and white
> >    saddle shoes, knobby knees, bruised legs.
> >    My grandmother made me a purse
> >    from the bottom half of a bleach bottle.
> >    The top was crocheted with green yarn.
> >    It matched the cardigan she made for me.
> >
> > My knitting bag bulges on the floor
> > near the side of the bed,
> > the dark imitation of an angry porcupine.
> > I've more needles than will ever be used,
> > an inheritance from generations of knitters,
> > crocheters, tatters, and lace makers. I remember
> >
> >    she let me pick the buttons.
> >    We made a special trip to the five and dime
> >    in Ridgewood. There were so many
> >    to choose from; six to a card.
> >    She bought a spool of thread to match.
> >    In the winter she made mittens,
> >    scarves and hats, each grandchild
> >    a different color; mine were always
> >    green and white. I don't remember
> >
> > where those things have got to now.
> > The afghan she made for my birthday
> > is folded at the foot of the bed.
> > I push my feet beneath the weight
> > of granny squares, switch off the light,
> > fall asleep imagining the drops of spring rain
> > on the cellar door are knitting needles
> > clicking together all through the night.
> >
> > ~*~
> >
> > Cheerwell, Mary :O)
> >
> >
> > =====
> > Good Cheer &Be Well,
> >    Maryann Hazen Stearns
>
>


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Good Cheer & Be Well,
     Maryann Hazen Stearns

"Under The Limbo Stick" http://www.geocities.com/Faerhart/

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