Summerland

Megan Gartrell, Poetry, Vol 1 Issue 2

Posted: April 19th, 2008 Track comments on this item via RSS

 

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to
find the ways in which you yourself have altered. - Nelson Mandela

Paper boats sail between marijuana flavoured apple trees
faceless boy paper routes
ride past GRAD ‘97 etched in beer filled mountains

Familiar blue truck outside Dairy Treat
preacher girl deals down tumbleweed main-street
must be 8pm already

We pluck cherries, bodies swelling with juice
bursting the snake skin with our teeth, sucking their flesh
sugary nectar fills our throats and dyes our chins magenta

Fumbling of hot naked bodies in a urine-stained bandshell
infants march out of slippery vaginas of girls like me
circular marchings to motherhood

Standing on Giants Head Mountain
pulled to plant my seed
pluck my husband, suck his flesh

Wedge myself into a Mary Jane apple tree,
legs spread wide
nearly dead by 8pm

 

Megan Gartrell is currently attending Camosun College where she is pursuing a degree in Creative Writing. She is a retired professional ballet dancer and lives in Victoria.


Published April 2008

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2 Responses to “Summerland”

  1. afton Says:
    April 27th, 2008 at 8:57 am

    Hey lady! I’m sooo proud of u! This is great!

  2. Laurie Elmquist Says:
    May 6th, 2008 at 5:44 am

    Hi Megan,

    I like “Summerland’s” unflinching gaze at small-town life, particularly the urine-stained bandshell and what goes on there.

    Laurie

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