Poems that surprise. Featured poet: Jeanne Morel
“At the Lilac Lodge, The Televised Animal Pageant Begins at 3“
I wanted a cat but I
got a meditating monkey. I
wanted a cat but got a meditating
monkey instead. No cat, but a meditating monkey.
If you know your party’s extension you
may be a believer. If you suffer arthritis or arrhythmia, you
may want to lie down. If you worry who runs the animal pageant, you
check playtime, check the PDF, check the pool.
For otters, assume the obvious. For purposes untoward,
unfold the octopus’s tentacles. For all other objects moving towards
you, flash forward in an exaggerated hop-skip. Assume
By Jeanne Morel
Copyright © 2020 Jeanne Morel. This poem originally appeared in Black Sunflowers Poetry Press.
Author notes about this poem: “Like most of my poems, “At the Lilac Lodge, The Televised Animal Pageant Begins at 3” is a collage disparate element in my life at the time of writing. This poem was written in the summer of 2020. I was taking a class on “Writing Animals” through Poet’s House in New York; following Lynda Barry on Instagram, and taking long walks.”
Jeanne Morel is the author of three chapbooks, “I See My Way to Some Partial Results” (Ravenna Press), “Jackpot” (Bottlecap Press), and “That Crossing Is Not Automatic’ (Tarpaulin Sky Press). She holds an MFA from Pacific University and has been nominated for a Pushcart in both poetry and fiction. Her recent publications include Great Weather for MEDIA, Fugue, and Blue Earth Review. Jeanne lives in Seattle and teaches writing at Seattle Central College.
In an effort to share more modern poetry with the world, I am attempting to share one poem every Sunday (usually with a surprising and/or strange/dark/offbeat spin, in honor of the journals (The Molotov Cocktail and Phantom Drift I co-edit), to my blog here. If you are interested in being featured, message me via my Twitter @LeNoirBleu. The poem should already be published, with the copyright reverted back to you, and should be at least one year since the original publication date.
–M Lenoir Bond