GloPoWriMo Day 21: A Girl Named Lona

A Girl Watering a Horse by David Burliuk
A Girl Watering a Horse by David Burliuk

The Day Lona Left Her Husband

We’re not apt to
see each other again, she said,
and although I knew that was true,
it felt blunt and raw.
Perhaps I always knew our friendship
was going one direction.

Friendships are rarely uncomplicated,
ours was tangled
and often unravelling,
we entrusted secrets to
pots of coffee,
always there when needed.
Yes, I think I loved her.

But I think she loved horses more.
She rode them, and talked to them.
And while the freedom of hoofbeats
filled her ears each day,
I was at my desk,
the Belgium Consulate –
visas, births and deaths.

But I always fell off horses.
Bicycles, too. I once
fell off a fence.

Sometimes I lose the balance of things.

I have a Calder on the wall.
It reminds me of her.
When she saw it she said,

“What’s that supposed to be?”


NaPoWriMo Day 21: write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question, and Writers’ Digest “write a Sound poem” Image: A Girl Watering a Horse by David Burliuk. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter

17 responses to “GloPoWriMo Day 21: A Girl Named Lona”

  1. So clever tying it all into a single thread like that. I didn’t attempt such togetherness. I like the picture you paint. It’s real – the mess and sharpness of things

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    1. Funny thing, I dreamt about her a few weeks ago. There’s still this messy ache when I think about her. She died a few years back.

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  2. I like this poem, makes me think of a Willa Cather story, My Ántonia.

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    1. I forgotten about My Ántonia. I suppose there are rambling similarities and paths that cross. I’m glad that you like it, Jane.

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      1. She struck me as a similar sort of character. One of my children, I forget which one, loved that book.

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  3. Sad, honest, and beautiful, Misky! 💕🙂

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    1. Thanks, Harmony. 🥰

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  4. Being a simple soul, I loved the simplicity of ‘entrusting secrets to pots of coffee.’ Thank goodness they don’t talk.

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    1. 😄 thank you, and I rather doubt there’s anything simple about you.

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  5. Wellit’s not like you to sit on the fence anyway.

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    1. Figuratively speaking, no. 😂

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  6. I love where this took you, Misky.

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  7. Really tied this one up in a thoughtful, relatable way. I identify with “Sometimes I lose the balance of things.”

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    1. Thanks you, Debi.

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