Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine
Last Picnic
By Monica Crumback
You should have shown up early,
an offering in hand. You might have
thought of her love for blueberries.
You could have thawed a smile
or served a kind word to an old blouse.
This was her day, after all. Although
she didn’t know it. Already gone
was even his name, so carefully chosen
because, she’d said, he looked like a king.
That was then. Now she’s eating a raisin
and calling it pie. So you should never
mind the berries. Very soon,
the queen will sleep. Just let her
taste the earth.
Monica Crumback’s poem Vows appeared at vox poetica in September 2009.
Wow! A dirt nap. Such passion.
This poem aches and yearns and engrosses — Monica has a rare talent to tap in to a primal place — magnificent!
“So you should never mind the berries.”
Evocative and poignant. May we all “taste the earth.”
Thank you for writing and sharing, Monica.
Sharon
I loved it! I liked the part about naming him after a king.
Thank you, Sharon.
Well, I do come down on the side of famine… Thanks for the read!
This brought back a memory for me, evoking raw emotion. Provacative. Great poem!
One of my favorite parts: “You could have thawed a smile or served a kind word to an old blouse.” I loved it.
Thanks to one and all for the comments!