By Jennifer O'Grady on July 24, 2019
Jennifer O’Grady: Three Poems
THE ANNUNCIATION ACCORDING TO JOHN COLLIER
For once, the angel
is film-star handsome,
more a gift than bearing a gift,
but alas, he is unattainable,
as angels are. The girl looks up
from her spark-red prayer book,
school dress billowing, shins
darkly naked, saddle shoes
firmly on her welcome mat.
The angel looks down
in modesty or submission, as if to say
I am less than you, which is true:
He cannot feel. And she is doomed
to be always looking at him,
the lily of purity
sprawling from its earthenware pot
between them. Or can he feel?
Is that why his face is shadowed,
tinged with a hint of mortal grief
for all the things he can never have—
this house on this street, a door
waiting to be opened—he leans toward it
as if staged by the weight
of his wings. And she watches,
the prayer book lowered,
while she awaits illumination,
the child who will become
another man to leave her,
as the angel cannot do, and might wish
with all his heart he could.
*
ALPHABET FOR THE STAY-AT-HOME PARENT
An abacus arrived at abeyance.
Bobble-headed. Bitter but bright.
Claustrophobic cacophony. Causing crushing.
Death-defying. Dyspepsia. Dustpan.
Easy exercise. Enormous errors.
Fossilization. Feeling fortunate. Fantasy.
Goddammit/gosh goodness. Gaffes galore.
Hate hamburgers, hate hot dogs. Hysterectomy.
Igloos. Idolatry. Identity crisis.
Juice. Jousting. Joy.
Karate kicks. Knackered.
Lapsing laughter. Lacking like.
Me. Mine. Mentholated.
No!
Opining. Obviously ordinary.
Polemical Pop Tarts.
Quiet!
Ridiculous rooster-rising. Rage.
Sorry, so sorry. Sitting. Sobbing. Silence.
Tremendous theater-of-the-trite.
Underneath umbrellas. Uneasy urges.
Virulent vigilance. Victorious vetoing.
Why?
Xylophone-pounding X-chromosome. X-rated (e)xpletives.
Yoked. Yielding. Yachtsman. Yearning.
Zoo. Zoloft. Zanzibar. Zen. Zenith.
*
THE ANNUNCIATION ACCORDING TO TISSOT
Here Mary sits, figured
in malleable water
and fugitive pigments,
head drooping, possibly
asleep, practically straitjacketed,
the white robes so dense
no part of her is visible
except for one palm upturned, empty,
the face we can barely see.
Surprisingly the angel appears
to be female, swathed in long feathers,
tapered hands raised in greeting or prevention,
for who but a woman could understand
the bleeding, the separation, the lingering
after one’s child is gone, nothing but spirit
left to leave you and a straitjacket
might be better than this: seeing
the life you created beat out of him, shattered
until there is nothing to hold, nothing
to keep you from being alone.
The angel with her far-reaching vision knows all
and has come this time perhaps in warning:
wake up, wake up, it’s not too late.
But Mary sleeps on, seemingly
drugged, forever fading, heedless
of the urgent message she bears,
the one that will spoil her life.
***
These poems are from her second book of poetry, Exclusions & Limitations (Plume Editions/MadHat Press, 2018).
(Author photo by Chloe Catana)
Author
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer O’Grady is an award-winning poet and playwright. Her first book of poems, White, won the Mid-List Press First Series Award for Poetry. Her most recent poetry collection is Exclusions & Limitations (Plume Editions/MadHat Press, 2018). Her poems have been taught, anthologized, set to music and featured in numerous places including Harper’s, The New Republic, Poetry, The Kenyon Review, The Yale Review, Poetry Daily, <i?The Writer’s Almanac and BBC Radio 4 (to name a few). Her plays have been staged by theaters in the U.S. and in Dublin, Ireland, and have received the Henley Rose Award and other prizes. Her work is included in The Best Women’s Stage Monologues 2017 and 2014, The Best Ten-Minute Plays 2017 and 2016, Best Contemporary Monologues for Women 18-35, 30 New Ten-Minute Plays and Stage It’s 2019 Ten-Minute Play Anthology. She holds a BA from Vassar and an MFA from Columbia University, and lives with her family near New York City.
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