Poems by Granny Nanny Darling (My recently departed grandmother)
TO JACK Pompously you leave. Your regal shadow follows. Regicide. I stomp. MEANDERINGS I would like to be a crocus. I’d thrust my leaf arms up. Breaking through the snows of March. Demure ballerina of springtime in a tutu Of finely etched petals. Small, elegant, much too close to the earth To be sniffed I would not care to be a chrysanthemum… Flamboyant cheerleader of flowerdom Show-off petals and sweatsock smell. Reminds me of a manure pile. Noone shakes crocuses at football games. Noone pins them to itchy wool plaid coats. Crocuses live peacefully. Kicking away the mulch of autumn I discover Their blossom and smile She had a biting wit and sharp sense of humor that could cut to the bone. Take this poem she wrote about her ex-husband.
