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O Blathering Daughters


O blathering daughters, please button your lips!
The skulls in the hallway know all of your quips.
They’ve listened in silence for some fifteen years—
Inscrutable beings without any ears!
 
They’ve heard of your skirts made of velvet and bone!
They’ve heard all your whining ’bout living alone!
You can’t smooth your wrinkles, O doddering ones,
So prowl in the pantry for cinnamon buns!
 
Enjoy your sweet repast, the crumbs on your lips,
And watch the ballooning of breasts and of hips!
The skulls in the hallway? Ignore them, my dears!
They’ll listen forever, although they’ve no ears.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Strange Fruits

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase purloined from A Year in the World: Journeys of a Passionate Traveller by Frances Mayes.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the first foreign place
offering scissors for sale—
Unter den Linden
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
her cotton nightgown
swaying in the morning breeze—
Mexican summer
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
pulled out of the sea
ten skirts and other flotsam
from a shattered ship
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
trees beside a stone—
hiding among their branches
twenty frightened wrens
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
propped in a fig tree
an envelope with pesos
spilling out like leaves
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
down a quiet street
carrying chrysanthemums
to the dying man
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
trays of candied fruits
tumbling out of suitcases—
night train rumbles on
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
sipping orange juice
along with their chocolate cake—
the birthday children
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the kitchen’s black stove
with germs in every crevice
leering at the cook
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
behind sunglasses
hiding a raging fever—
Bollywood starlet
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
local marmalade—
the sharp tang of orange rind
blunted by sugar
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
melon gelato—
savoring the memory
of that afternoon

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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