February 20, 2010

  • All-of-Five and Friend

    Michel got me thinking about writing a poem about my grandfather's chair, but as I began to compose it, a photo someone had sent me of a little girl with an elephant wouldn't leave my mind. The chair became her stool; the poem went another direction.  I love writing poetry.  I never know where it will take me.

    All-of-Five
    ringlets galore
    leans, one tip-toe just touching ground
    from a circus-red stool
    firmly into the side
    of a sedately seated pachyderm
    cheek pressed
    arm hugging round
    as far as it will go
    best friends-style

    The field they gaze so intently beyond
    is wide and bare
    homes at the far side
    the kind of place where traveling shows
    stop for a while

    What dreams trapeze
    between beauty and her beast?

         2/20/2010 Cheri Neuman Herald

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