The poem is evocative, beautifully written, I think. I also appreciate that the blogger wrote some commentary and included links to Martha's work. As I read the poem I had a memory that I haven't thought of in decades...
|1951 Vanity Fair Ad|
my mother's white gossamer peignoir
was my secret pride and joy --
alone in the ranch style house
on a culd-e-sac next to plum orchards
the fabric slipped over my 10 year-old arms
and skinned knees to reveal a fairy princess.
swaying in front of her full length mirror
i danced on air and twirled into the arms of ...?
i was the most beautiful girl in the world
lost in a dream yet mindful -- for the sound of a car,
a key in the latch, the rustle of paper grocery bags,
mom calling out to her girls, "I'm home! Come help!"
I love how poems get to the heart of the matter. Martha's poem is marvelous and though I am a amateur, I love the lines I came up with in response, and the sparking of a long ago memory. I'll play with my doodle and see where it goes.
I was talking to a friend recently who said she didn't read poetry. I don't think a lot of people do. We are all victims of grade school teachers who taught poetry badly. But I know that I was hooked into poetry at a very young age. My astute grandmother gave me a large book of poems for a Christmas present when I was perhaps 12. She was a school teacher. I loved that book. Even the poems that weren't terribly accessible to my youthful mind were fascinating to me. I had inklings of what they might mean, and that was enough. It still is.