A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
He turned his head to look at her
when she strolled by one gloomy day
in miniskirt, with blond coiffeur;
her lapdog, a bichon frisé.
He hired a little hideaway.
He turned his head to look at her,
propped on the pillows primed to play,
all top and bottom curvature.
He was an aging amateur—
(no Romeo), gauche and passé.
He turned his head to look at her
as she removed her lingerie,
while he removed his sad toupee.
What happened next was force majeure.
His wife burst in with pepper spray.
He turned his head to look at her.
Janice D. Soderling is a previous contributor to Tilt-a-Whirl and Umbrella. Her work has appeared in venues such as Studio Journal, Mezzo Cammin, and Orbis. She received Blue Unicorn’s Harold Witt Memorial Award for 2010 Best-of-Volume.