This week’s New Favorite Poet is: Jeanne Wagner

This week’s new favorite poet got my attention in Column 366 of the American Life in Poetry with her poem

My mother was like the bees

because she needed a lavish taste
on her tongue,
a daily tipple of amber and gold
to waft her into the sky,
a soluble heat trickling down her throat.
Who could blame her
for starting out each morning
with a swig of something furious
in her belly, for days
when she dressed in flashy lamé
leggings like a starlet,
for wriggling and dancing a little madly,
her crazy reels and her rumbas,
for coming home wobbly
with a flicker of clover’s inflorescence
still clinging to her clothes,
enough to light the darkness
of a pitch-black hive.

The comparison of her Mother’s activities to that of bees is stellar!

My favorite passages are:

“Who could blame her
for starting out each morning
with a swig of something furious
in her belly”

and

“with a flicker of clover’s inflorescence
still clinging to her clothes,
enough to light the darkness
of a pitch-black hive.”

The full article can be found here.

;oD

Jamy

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