Poem: “The Star”

The Star

She picked up the zucchini and belted out a ditty
About living on a farm and singing a country tune.
The girl with the microphone knew about foot long zucchinis
and birds that say, “Bawk! Bawk!” as life’s refrain.

“Bawk-Bawk! Bawk-Bawk! Bawk-Bawk!”

She follows the clucking birds into the woods
That invite her and her playmates: a sister,
                                            a dolly,
                                            a sometimes friend
To stir a stew of leaves and mud and grass
In a bowl borrowed from the half emptied dishwasher.

Enveloped, under the shade of poplars, oaks, and their saplings
They become grown-ups: Mommas and
                                      Iron Man Chefs and
                                      Taylor Swift sound a-likes.

Disguised, behind their curtain of summer brush
They engage their—imaginary—life
With the zest long-forgotten by their mothers
                                            Who think zucchini is just for bread
                                            Who bitterly image their lives as zucchini shreds,
                                                           unrecognizable, in raw batter glop.
                                            Who feel baked to death: dry, hard, burned-out!

But one mother sees a toddler running around
With an off-brand rice crispy cereal box on his head.
He’s singing a happy song, “Hat! Hat! Hat!”
She stops peeling the carrot in her hand,
Raises the slender obelisk to her lips, and
Belts a country tune from her farmhouse window into the suburban streets.

She sings of children who transform simple zucchini
Into the sweet bread of life.
She sings of gourmet mud pies, joyfully prepared for dinner.
She sings and she becomes the little girl
Feeding her dollies berry-laden grasscakes.
……….Unseen behind the walls of her hearth room,
Her shredded self becomes the bread

With a trailing “Bawk! Bawk!” she slices the carrots into pennies
Tossing them into her dinner stew with a wish for good luck!
She eyes the zucchini, hears a child’s tune in her heart, and
Doesn’t dare chop The Star’s microphone….

Stacy Peterson
July 11, 2012

Stacy received a BA in PSCI from VaTech and taught for several years. As a former Marine reservist and Officer Candidate, she brings Semper Fidelis to her vocation as wife and mother. She ponders the world around her and on occasion pens an essay. She may be reached at stacypeterson40@hotmail.com.