Brenda Shaughnessy


Brenda Shaughnessy Poems

1. Why Is the Color of Snow? 10/20/2015
2. Big Game 9/8/2015
Best Poem of Brenda Shaughnessy

Big Game

—after Richard Brautigan's "A Candlelion Poem"

What began as wildfire ends up
on a candle wick. In reverse,
it is contained,

a lion head in a hunter's den.
Big Game.

Bigger than one I played
with matches and twigs and glass
in the shade.

When I was young, there was no sun
and I was afraid.

Now, in grownhood, I call the ghost
to my fragile table, my fleshy supper,
my tiny flame.

Not just any old, but THE ghost,
the last one I will be,

the future me,
finally the sharpest knife
in the drawer.

The ...

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