- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Two Quaking Shakers
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I like women too much, Ebenezer,
but don't you go think I don't believe
Mother Ann Lee's departure presaged
The Second Appearing as feminine.
She was, after all, the Holy Spirit
Incarnate, was she not?
Still, Miss Pettibone's a fine piece of work
who knows how to shake by the way,
though don't you go tell her brother,
glaring as he does at Thaddeus's
cockeyed glances across the room
when we all dance the Hollow Square.
It's bad enough only five of us
remain and we quibble about the farm,
the livestock needing more hay before winter,
and Sisters Hortense and Emily
(May Holy Mother Wisdom forgive me)
what world people call menopausal.
Alas!, last night as the harvest moon rose
through the crescent hole of the privy,
I lost my way to sin, Ebenezer,
with spiders, crickets, and splinters therein,
and a corseted Sarah Pettibone,
but Oh! what glorious pain!
- COMMENTS
Oldbear63over 9 years agogoes far and wide and brings back such interesting gems. I can almost see them talking
twelveooneover 9 years agoof which I know little about, except they became extinct, leaving furniture behind. So if that is it - good end here.
5ed of course.
NapoleonSoloover 9 years agoIt reminds me of the Sherwood Anderson story "The Strength of God" from Winesburg, Ohio. I like the very strong narratorial voice in the poem, though it reads slightly choppy to me because of the line breaks. While they are not all end-stopped, they seem aligned with a fixed breath duration, at least the way I read it.
