Thursday, April 3, 2014

Never the Bride


Never The Bride



Another morning
rueful with clouds
as Spring wanders through, 
resigned as any working girl
to one more cog and gear john year.

What's her gypsy wage? What silver
crosses her tulip pink palm?
She spreads a thaw
rioting with flowers,
makes every male and female thing
her fool

only to see dry summer
get the wedding
while she's left forgotten
in her white dust veil.
No one stops and waits
for a girl who's on the road.


~April 2014








A little something for Spring, (after a brief conversation on that subject with Walt Whitman and Mark Kerstetter, of
 The Mockingbird Sings--thanks for the inspiration, Mark.)






Image: Lily-Sprout Bouquet, copyright joyannjones 2014

14 comments:

  1. Just when I thought there could not be a new angle on the Spring poem!
    I love your portrayal of her as a working girl, never around long enough to make it down the aisle. Clever, unique and expressed in just the right sardonic tone, if tinged by regret.

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  2. Very clever! Good job. Poor spring! Agree with Kerry that this is a very original take as one normally thinks of summer as more of the working girl but you've kept the sprightliness. I've been walking around NYC more than usual and seen a few working girls lately- on street not road which is a crucial distinction I guess. This cog and gear john year is a super fun phrase. K.

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    1. PS I love the opening here--the morning rueful with clouds and that brings up the white veil etc of end.

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    2. I had a rather briefer word in there for working girl, but didn;t like the sound of it when reading through--it's sad that simply using an honest noun can add too much connotative baggage. But hopefully I got the gist--you must indeed see a lot of such in NYC--they're here too--I once almost ran a girl down crossing I-35 from one side of the truck stop pullout to the opposite--a dangerous line of work, unless you're Spring.

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    3. PS. Thanks, as always, for reading under the hood--always appreciated.

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  3. Very cool, unique and original take on Spring.

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  4. ah, wonderful and refreshing. I really enjoy the fine work and tied-togetherness of your intro and closure, your middle stanza strikes right off its page with sprightly, clear imagery. the metaphor is absolutely terrific!

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  5. see, that 2nd line made me wrinkle my mouth in an approximation of 'rueful', because your poems do that, Joy, make me tangibly react. ~

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  6. I'm smiling thinking about our exchange about spring getting short shrift (the good kind, that is) from poets. And then you get that old Eliot line about her being cruel repeated over and over. "Rioting with flowers" - love that.

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  7. I will never look at spring the same, now that she is a working girl. Joy Ann, your use of metaphor is wonderful. You people in the states are getting some very unpredictable weather. Here we have gone straight into horribly hot days, a walk around the corner breaks me out in a sweat. That is not normal for here.

    Pamela

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  8. interesting...i like the gypsy...and how you build around it...
    you create quite the character of her....
    riot on with those flowers...help me forget the winter
    we just went through...fresh take joy

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  9. Poor sassy saucy gone tomorrow Spring. I so like this working gal, this Rosie, doing her job with a knowing glance to her Employer and a sigh of resignation when the pink slip comes in at season's end. And no, no one quite catches up with so fleeting a numen. What were we so eager for in the next that we forget her so fast?

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    1. The title is a perfect summation, too. (How difficult is it so write them well!)

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    2. Thanks, Brendan. Titles *are* hard. I'm glad for tags, which give us a little more stretching room.

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