Poetry

Eleanor on the Playground

One day a man came
and poured concrete over my head.
I was relieved that someone
had finally taken action.

Poem by Kelly Fordon - kellyfordon@comcast.net Doodle by Luigi Scarcella

Doodle ©Luigi Scarcella

For years we stood in the cold

with the wind raking our faces,

in the summer with the heat

pressing us into the ground.

We were trapped

beneath the monkey bars.

You rested your head

on the hollow metal steps

near the slide and when you

lifted your cheek, there were

little O’s imprinted on it.

Your husband weaved inebriated

up and down the street.

My husband was fused

to the chair in his cubicle.

We could not ooze out

through the X’s in the mesh fence.

One day a man came

and poured concrete over my head.

I was relieved that someone

had finally taken action.

A blue jay alighted on my shoulder

and set to squawking.

That roused you.

Just before he cast you,

you slipped into a little girl’s backpack

and she smuggled you out.

 

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