O See My Little Red Shoes, Bright Bright, O Clap Your Hands For Me - What I Once Became And Now Still Am - Poem by Warren Falcon
...copperhead* strikes the
chest, venom close to the
heart, ill effects in a country
ditch in the arms of a young
man whose last name is the
Spanish moon, straw beneath
me a place to die, Moon's
face in daylight, oddly
detailed, clear, a smile I
know to be a last horizon...
...the piano then, grandmother's
arthritic fingers, chipped keys,
a boy once in thrall of the moon
and an old hymn, familiar strings
out of tune...
...seriously ill, Medellin**,
a month there in blue parks
reading Lorca, and a Colombian
poet whose statue I daily saw
when still in serpent's thrall
I earlier drift in and out,
Cartagena***, not a statue
of a man but a pig, and script
of a poet's lullaby in bronze,
a pig begging of humans
clapping hands, his bright
red shoes pleading for a lovely
girl with whom he may dance...
...sad fetching fountain,
evoked Medellin, enchanted
now-feverish fountain far
from serpent and sea, Little
Muneca**** at noon daily
comes to the bench, from
black pumice of Purace*****,
where I sit and write -
'O please buy my cherries,
dark rubies sweet...tell
me the poem again, senor,
about the little pig again,
the shoes red red, his need
to dance the precise feminine
tred, the far graceful Gulf
its pacing rhymes where
dapper terns chase puffing
their chests, gayly dipping
their beaks to kiss the spume,
pale green brine burst into shine...'
'Wait, ' she says,
'Not goodbye. Never.
I dance with you forever, little pig.
I polish your metal shoes of red leather,
tiny espejos - mirrors - for toes,
vincapervinca - periwinkles - on
the heals to tap.
Always you are here on the black
pumice bench to buy and eat my
cherries sweet, dark and ruby red.
You are always, man pale as the moon,
Sir Gringo, - giggles, winks, crosses
her little fingers behind her skirt -
Senor Mono Con Ojos Verde Que Siempre
Mr. Monkey With Green Eyes
That Are Always Crying...'
*copperhead, a poisonous snake found in the USA
**Medellin, a city in Colombia, South America
***Cartagena, a coastal city in Colombia, South America
****Muneca/Munequita, 'Doll/Little Doll' in Spanish
*****Purace, an active volcano in Colombia, South America
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