Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Crimson M

Emblazoned, bold, upon my chest:
a crimson M for all to see -
no hiding my identity

stretching my span from east to west;
louder and prouder every year -
thank God, it's not sized for my rear

riding high the swell of my breasts;
and sloping gently toward my knees -
they're on their way to meet my feet

an M for Mom (and, Maid, I guess).
and Minder of the empty purse -
cookandcoachsecretaryandnurse!

A Constanza for Kerry's challenge at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

26 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

Hey Mama Zen, apart from the young one, mine being 26 and married the rest is all me, wow lol go for the gold Mama Zen, go for the gold

Gail said...

Super Mom!

I loved the poem. It echoes parts of me.

Fireblossom said...

I like the way you had no spaces in the last line!

Sumana Roy said...

truly no hiding your identity to the
last breathless line...now i can relate to that...great use of the form..

Sylvia K said...

Love it!! And I do relate!!

Marian said...

hah, yes!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I was already smiling by stanza 3, having guessed what that ever-so-large M stood for.

The form suits the topic as it seems to gain momentum towards the end, and I loved the extra final twirl of the baton in the last line, where all the words are run together.

Such fun, MZ.

TALON said...

I'm smiling, Mama Zen. Makes me think of other initials blazoned and what they could mean. :) Yeah, I'm down with the Mama, but not so much with the maid. You are SOOOO much more than that. :)

Robert Bourne said...

well done with the format and the message...there is more than just a label(s) if you look beyond the surface....

Claudia said...

smiles.. and M for Much loved... now that my kids are grown i often think that mom job was the best and most rewarding and fruitful thing i did in my whole life..

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yup, this is the way moms feel. Even when the "kids" are 40. What's UP with that???????

Mary said...

Your poem definitely spoke to the diversity of the job of Mom! Nice one, MZ.

Sam Edge said...

THis is great fun and good poetry - well done.

Laurie Kolp said...

Hilarious. Thanks for the much needed giggles.

Gabriella said...

Your words made me smile!

Kathryn said...

You crack me up. Funny!

eve-of-escape said...

Smiling here, thank you,

Elizabeth

humbird said...

Witty, lovely, rewarding M :)

Steve King said...

This is so smart and witty. A pleasure to read it.
Steve K.

Susan said...

HaHa! What a ride! Bodies stretch and so does spandex but best of all is the run away list of jobs. Great!

R.K. Garon said...

Sounds like you're "hangin' " in there :-)

aspiritofsimplicity said...

oh i remember those days. the days go by like years and the years go by like days.

Björn said...

Ha.. plenty of good points here...

annell said...

What fun the 'M!'

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes...oh Hell yes!!

Kay L. Davies said...

I've just spent several days feeling unwell while at my youngest brother's house. His wife would join you in the feelings you've expressed here. I love their 12-and-10-year-olds but oh, the noise when someone is bouncing a basketball in the dining room!
You really conquered Constanza, whoever she may be.
K