Written for:  Poetics Aside #281, Write a “next in line” poem.

Woman of steely curled hair
and billowing flowered dress,
Mrs. S. could knock you out
with her sneeze-provoking,
powdery perfume. Judgmental
and fear-inducing in front
of the class, she was also
in charge of the glee club.
We all stood in line, trembling,
to try out for this honor.
As Mrs. S. pounded the piano keys
with aplomb, each child had
to sing, America, the Beautiful.
Ruthless, she would cut you off
with two bars, if you did not
have, “the voice.” Mine shook
as I attempted to sing. After
a couple of lines, she said,
“No, too many altos already.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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1 Response to Next!

  1. Misky says:

    Aaaaw, poor little girl. 😦


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