Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Sunday Afternoon By Rachael Jones


Today of all days he had to ask me,
The day with intolerable searing heat
"Go with him Virginia" urged mother.
"Yes, what a fine young man" agreed father.
This unintelligent, unworthy fool
Asked to escort me to the church social!

The green grass quickly yellowed by the sun
Better not stain my dress for I will scream.
And this dog, dreadful dog must go away
It sniffs and slobbers causing a ruckus.

Dressed like a peasant smelling repulsive,
Who does he think he is, sitting next me?
No longer can I embroider this cloth,
My eyes drift toward the soft blue water
Following ripples to the muscled men.

Damn that trumpet man, endlessly blowing
Such violent noises harming my ears.
When will my misery end? When can I
Ditch this appalling monstrosity?
When will these gossiping women quiet?

I dread these dumb 'fun family events’
Parents hovering by, staring into
Distance but their eyes move like hawks on prey.
Children running about, they should be poised,
Sophisticated and proper like me.

Imagination is my one escape,
Away from this bore of a man whom is
As lively as a pile of large boulders.
Men in the boats please hear my pleas and cries
Take me in your cloud like sails to the sky!

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