Monday, September 25, 2006

Anniversary ~~ anna hood

One headlamp pointed upward
sliced a merciless iron sky.
Moths skittered the yellow light
danced Foxy Ladies to a siren's blare.
Jimi Hendrix music bled
from the wounded car
a beetle in the ditch
tires spinning.
Cops in blue, faces
tight. One said, over and over
My God, my God
they're just kids. Another
Irish brogue, For Jasus sake
turn off that fekkin radio.

Onlookers stopped to gawk
fingered crosses, wiped tears
trampled stiff orange tongues
of Indian paintbrush, gave guilty
thanks it wasn't one
of their daughters 17 years old
like three piles of rumpled laundry
one shiny black, one blue, the other
red long legs narrow as veins
cluttering the blacktop.

Fir trees, ghosty in the gloom
paused their shiver
folded their branches
and listened
to the last silent laughter
of silly drunken girls.

Indian Paintbrush a wildflower
dyes my yard this time of year.
Reminds me of
Marsha, Steff, Patty
Foxy Ladies.

13 Comments:

Blogger Atyllah said...

Anna, what a poignant piece, such shock, such sorrow. And again, you evoke so much descriptive imagery, drawing the reader right into the scene. Powerfully done.

10:30 AM  
Blogger Roberta said...

Very well done, Anna. I love your word paintings. They always evoke a powerful emotion in me.

(love the Irish Brogue)

10:35 AM  
Blogger Shadowrite said...

Oh Anna, you broke my heart. This is just so beautifully sad and so terribly tragic. We live near wooded areas and every few miles, there are wreaths and flowers laid in remembrance for the victims of car crashes -- most of them drunken teenagers.

Jas

6:12 PM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

I see Joan Baez with her guitar singing your words again and again.
Just wonderful, Anna.

8:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

As beautiful as sadness gets...quite often with poetry I find myself scanning lines, but this piece really did keep me reading every word!

2:47 AM  
Blogger Bernita said...

Vivid.

9:17 AM  
Blogger anna said...

thanks everybody for reading
I so appreciate it.
Chickenlittle - always such a nice thought out comment !! cluck
roberta - my friend as always!! thank you
Jas- my friend as always!! thank you
Susan - I must check out the writings of Joan Baez - haven't heard her for years!
Lehane (thank you for not rushing through hehe)
Bernita - welcome home!

9:56 AM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Hi again,

Anna, for Baez, try 'Diamonds and Rust'.

love

7:41 PM  
Blogger Sam said...

Very haunting...

"Fir trees, ghosty in the gloom
paused their shiver
folded their branches
and listened
to the last silent laughter
of silly drunken girls."

Beautiful piece.

11:22 PM  
Blogger anna said...

Hey Sam Wright! thanks for stopping by
and Susan just looked up the lyrics to Diamonds and Rust - I wish my connection was faster so I could hear the music. I shall have to hunt down the record.
((Thank you))

7:22 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

So powerful.

I love your poetry.

7:35 PM  
Blogger anna said...

oh gosh Hiya Jason
thanks so much for stopping by
and leaving a comment!!
I always appreciate seeing you!

9:27 AM  
Blogger Susan Abraham said...

Hi Anna,

Diamonds and Rust is the name of the album itself.
If you ask a record store by that name, they'll give it to you and also there's a whole lot of songs with lyrics that could easily inspire you for poetry.
Baez and you appear to come from the same sisterhood.

love

8:45 PM  

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