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How Bridget Pegeen Kelly?s Poem Leads to Sex |
There must be 3972 poems called “The Black Swan,”
Kelly says, I will need to write my own.
Because poets thrive on stolen ideas, I say me too.
Her poem is smooth as down. Mine is no more
than a title at first, but no less than a context
for myth or death. I skim Roget’s, pick up cygnet,
which gets me to days before my first child’s birth,
way before that, a Saturday matinee, 1942, newsreel,
wounded Marines, Goofy cartoons, “The Black Swan”
movie, the dashing buccaneer I’d come to see. How I knew
Tyrone Power was sexy before I knew sex.
How I’d heard my father remark to a friend--
I saw a movie with Lana Turner.…so my wife profited….
How I knew what he meant. How I knew
my mother would have thought less of it.
copyright 2009
Florence
Weinberger |
