Wild Goose Poetry Review

Contemporary Poetry, Reviews, and Commentary

Barbara Crooker, March

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Barbara Crooker
lines 1 and 2 are quotes by Garrison Keillor

March, the month God designed to show those
who don’t drink what a hangover is like.
In my garden, the purple verb of crocus
shoulder their way up, despite the layer
of gravel thrown by the salt truck, despite
the thick mat of dried leaves— This is the
month that finds me talking to the dead,
whose numbers increase like corms
the older I grow. Here, in the bleakness
of March, the grass is thatchy, patched
burlap. Bare witchy trees. The body’s
slow decline. The right and the left
are at it again, jabber, jabber, jabber.
But into this month of drab, here comes
the crocus, sticking out its plum tongue,
inciting the woods to riot.

Written by wildgoosepoetryreview

November 15, 2013 at 2:05 am

Posted in Uncategorized

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  1. Barbara! Oh my, what a beauty…. the purple verb of crocus…now that’s magic!

    Karla Linn Merrifield

    November 16, 2013 at 6:40 pm

  2. Love this! March can’t come too soon!!

    patricia deaton

    November 22, 2013 at 3:59 pm

  3. Isn’t it nice to know that some people come back to read again? This spring (2014) has made both poems by Barbara Crooker more poignant. I LOVE “to show those who don’t drink what a hangover is.”


    April 24, 2014 at 4:16 am

    • Thanks for your kind words. You made my day!

      Barbara Crooker

      April 24, 2014 at 11:54 am

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