Fuse #8

Friday, March 16, 2007

Poetry Friday - The Collected Works of Susan Ramsey

This one's especially apropos at the moment. My husband and I officially got "together" on St. Patrick's Day. Mom wrote this poem long before Matt and I married, but my mother-in-law liked it so much that I've always associated it with our own wedding. It's not that far off from what happened at the reception anyway.


Our Third Wedding Reception This Year Hits Its Stride

The floor’s packed, partners optional. They play

“Down on the Corner,” segue into “Shout”;

we jump and hunker, our silk dignity out-

grown and molted. Now it’s “YMCA.”

This homosexual anthem has become

in the heavy hand of some god of irony,

the current wedding classic. The elderly,

the shy -- this dance accommodates everyone,

like a favorite uncle, somehow still unmarried,

who flirts with great aunts, spins the flower girl,

waltzes gently with his fragile mother,

finds car keys, coaxes laughter from the harried

hostess, so the rest of us can clap and twirl

and briefly notice that we love each other.

From New Poems from the Third Coast: An Anthology of Michigan Poets [Wayne State University Press, 2000]

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6 Comments:

At 8:35 AM , Anonymous GraceAnne LadyHawk said...

What a lovely, taut, tender poem. Thank you. And thank your mom.

 
At 9:03 AM , Blogger SilberBook-Blog said...

Wait - Your mom is cool too?

Happy Get-Together-versary!

(loved the powm)

alan

 
At 9:39 AM , Blogger Kelly Fineman said...

Tell Mom I said "Brava!"

 
At 10:37 AM , Blogger Kelly said...

Great poem, Fuse!
Congrats to you and the husband.

 
At 4:33 PM , Blogger alvina said...

I love it! Happy anniversary!

 
At 11:53 PM , Blogger Robin Brande said...

Aww, so sweet! I LOVE the last line.

 

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