Thursday, December 10, 2015

Under The Mistletoe



Under the mistletoe,
Eleanor Smith
waits to be kissed,
waits to be kissed.
Dressed in her finest,
a smile on her lips,
Miss Eleanor waits
to be kissed.

A rose of the prairie
at sixteen's first blush,
she waits to be kissed,
waits to be kissed.
But the bloom on her cheeks
is the fever from flux.
Miss Eleanor waits
to be kissed.

Now Eleanor sleeps
'neath the cold prairie sod
and waits to be kissed,
waits to be kissed.
Under the mistletoe,
white bride of God,
Miss Eleanor waits
to be kissed.

Due to a lack of flowers in winter, early settlers often used mistletoe to decorate graves.  In 1893, the Oklahoma Territorial legislature adopted mistletoe as Oklahoma's official floral emblem.

flux- bloody dysentery

For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads

22 comments:

fae montane said...

Well that's romantic.

Sylvia K said...

Beautiful, romantic and sad!! Have a great weekend, MZ!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, wow, the poignancy of her lying, under the sod, "the white bride of God", forever unkissed.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

My favorite flavor: bittersweet. Loved this sad poem.

Hannah said...

Wow...I love the way this reads like a song, Mama Zen!! Thank you, so much for participating!

Sioux said...

Mama Zen--

"...waits to be kissed
waits to be kissed" is such a lilting refrain.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This poem belongs in the archives of Americana.

Susan said...

Sad sad too common story of settlers on the prairie. Beautifully crafted.

Jim said...

Love it, Mom Zee. Poor Eleanor, you told her story causing just the right amount of pity for her exuding from me.
I played my part well throughout school, Eleanor Smith is still waiting for me. (Actually my first kiss was in the first grade, I remember it well. We were on the storm cellar steps, with the door almost closed except to let a little light in. We played the game although I was naïve then [http://jimmielife1.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-special-girls.html].)
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brudberg said...

I really love this.. it's like one of those old sad songs sung.. (and I also thought about Elanor Rigby)... I really felt the chill in the last stanza when I realized she was dead.

debispoems said...

What a beautiful ballad.

hedgewitch said...

How short life is, how fragile and full of hazard--and more so in the time of which you write. I have always though mistletoe an odd choice for our state flower, but somehow you make it seem completely appropriate. Miss Eleanor will wait a very long time indeed to be kissed.

Marion said...

Awesome, awesome, awesome!!! (Except for that bottom note...in the late 80's, my entire family got dysentery...it was the most horrifying 2 weeks of my life with 2 kids, husband & me all burning up with fevers, puking constantly...in one bathroom! And with horrid diarrhea. We never knew how we got it as we'd never left home!!! I can see how it kills people!). xo

Helen said...

Your poem is crying out for a tune!! Love the lyricism in your words.

amy sprague said...

Haunting Haunting Haunting

rhymeswithbug.com said...

clap, clap, clap! and the mistletoe in Oklahoma is amazing.

Outlawyer said...

A wonderful poem--great rhythms--it really is a song. Thanks. k.

blueoran said...

This is one of yours to write a fresh universe, or feels that way after reading it. It is hyper-local and hence, well, cathedral. Oklahoma's past has such a fine poet of it here. Really MZ.

Gillena Cox said...

Sad about dear sweet Miss Eleanor

Much love...

Fireblossom said...

I agree with Kerry.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Always a pleasure. I will never again think of mistletoe the same way!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

As raw and beautiful as it gets..........