Pearlie Mae FurA Poem by Phibby Venable
Pearlie Mae Fur
(small town murder)
She loved to swim at the water's edge.
where she would emerge with
drops of chastity rolling from her back
into the river where she left them
in a heap
with her clothing
It was 1965 & she was far too alive
for the men that loved her, the women
that despised,
her small steel hands
that took what they wanted
And she would not wear
a neat skirt, a shell top, a sheep's fashion
Always blowsy, in a colorful flow
& a man's hat & no go-gos but small
brogans or in summer nothing at all
She gulped whiskey & struck out
with her fists folded into hard knuckles
& her eyes hot
blue opium
in a dove of determination
Her lips were beautiful & vulgar,
which in the end was a downfall,
a final insult to the men,
that took her to the river,
in a small boat.
She did not perform well on water.
It took three men,
to throw her,
cursing, raging into the river
Three men to beat her with an oar
back into the water,
where she finally sank in exhaustion,
her hands clawing blue canvas
until the sky sank.
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Added on March 21, 2008Last Updated on March 21, 2008 AuthorPhibby Venableabingdon, VAAbouthttp://youtu.be/25XE-BHGvWI http://youtu.be/B2klgDKMUq0 I live in the mountains of Southwest Virginia. Although my passion is poetry, I recently published a novel called, Women of the Round Tabl.. more..Writing
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