Edna and Bud

life

Edna and Bud

Down by the boardwalk, Edna fries up flounder
and tucks it in a biscuit, the way she once did,
hot bacon in Virginia.
Bud has little time to help out, his eyes glued
to all the ladies that walk by.
The jail bars of age ,forcing him faithful.
Edna doesn't mind the way he watches.
She isn't bothered by the smell of the sea,
the way she once was.
She has the scent of lilacs and silver lilies
from a nearby vendor, selling fragrances to lovers,
holding love aloft with hard brown hands.
She inhales the fresh smell of the lotioned babies
that spill down the boards with fine, shiny hair,
pointing chubby fingers happily toward the sea.
Most of all, she loves Bud,
the way he can strike up a conversation.
and the way, he is excited day after day,
by the colors of the sunrise and the way
the sun sets.
Mainly,it is, some sudden turn she makes,
her hands busy, in batter and onions,
to find him reaching to brush back her hair,
or stroke away some angry insect,
that was never really there.

Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

Lovely Ms Phibby. I would love to hear about the muse for this piece. Such a richly detailed piece of writing. I have a favorite line (I always have a favorite line in your work...did you ever notice that..lol), it is: "The jail bars of age ,forcing him faithful.".. how original, I have never heard this description before. And how true it is. Nicely done Ms Phibby. BTW, The Poetry Society of Tennessee - Northeast chapter meets the second Saturday of each month at Northeast State Community College in L106. Love to have ya join us!
Todd

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a magikal deliverance of an every day moment between a man and a woman~the environment you spin around them takes on a lovey shade of mystique~

[Ed Hart]

as you say, it's a life; and, damned if it doesn't have some right smart poetry in it