Jannie Funster and her angel, Kelly
Over on Jannie Funster's blog site, we got to discussing her poetry, and friend Lane Savant started the ball rolling:
As long as we’re quoting famous poets;
I must go down to the garage again.
Where the lonely Volvo beds.
And all I ask is a good stout wrench,
Faith, courage, and leverage.
Sorry
Lane Savant
Lane Savant is on a roll, and that makes me want to jump in too, the words are fine:
I must go down to the darkness
where pain hides;
stand there a long time
until I can see without light,
without batteries,
without effort;
and the shadow vision reveals
a blond with one blue eye–
Jannie, is that you?
Glenn
Glenn: That is wonderful, thank you so much.
Jannie lets the darkness settle
like an old cellar around her,
she can withstand a whole night of it
for morning has always broken.
And always will.
Thank you.
Jannie Funster November 2008
2 comments:
Sometimes old cellars are full of good jam, jellies and potatoes too.
And cellars can have several kinds of insects and rodents if you are not careful. I remember renting a house in 1966, and there were canned fruits in the cellar, like 50 years old. The pears and peaches looked kind of purple-green; probably fermented and potent. Should have scarfed them.
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