Get me to Boston
by Kristina Woodhill
Where in the world are Carmen or Waldo,
or you, my sweet? You send trite Boston streets,
where Faneuil Hall Marketplace peers at me;
tracing the spot where your aura still glows
I'm onto you now, sheer euphoria!
Knowing your whereabouts, feel my heart lurch!
Clearly your tracks lead straight to Old North Church,
the choir waits to sing our joined Gloria.
I will rush headlong down the aisle, shedding
my innocence, silken white gown tossed
aside with your suit, we meld, no time lost;
you invoke His name to the sky, - Yessing!
I cry, crescendo our bliss, guests be damned;
Darling, you know now we'll likely be banned.
Author's Note: Sonnet challenge - write about a postcard you have seen
Posted on 05/10/2011
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ariane Scott on 05/31/11 at 04:47 PM|
I love this wild, feral imagery-- the imagery and language combined with form and subject results in this awesome timeless quality. I'm thinking of age-old love affairs, star crossed lovers, passion and heat-- and the tone in the last line just brings it all home. Very nice.