early morning book club
surface friendly meetings, held once a month
six women, over the hill and gone,
but oh! They're hip and fresh, after all
(they do appreciate Desperate Housewives)
Thin tired smiles over steaming cups of coffee
Exquisite china, oohed and ahhed over
The formalities of suburban court
Recognized, and moved on
Hostess begins speaking, the books nowhere in sight
Unobtrusive bottle of baileys placed with care
beside the carafe, too early even for the martini enema
Thin smiles and strained eyes as they address the
Necessities
Jockeying for power through lies about husbands
Easily seen through but never called out, rumors and
Neighbor gossip following seamlessly behind
their talk turns to the kids, and two fall silent, hurriedly sipping at coffee
hostess bites off a piece of homemade muffin
smirking addresses youngest (or is it the newest? Either is the same)
'and how is lovely Abigail?' fully well knowing embarrassing answer.
Youngest drops her eyes, mumbles
'what was that, dear?' probing still, drawing out the juicy details
Youngest sighs, pours a healthy shot
"Heavy, and having problems with Math"
Author notes
The scary part about this is that it's practically word for word my mother's monthly book club. I'll leave it to you to determine which she is.
A contest entry
- No Title: Just Come Have a Look by I-Am-Custard.
900 points, ended July 5, 2007, 41 entries
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Comments
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This is brilliant, it is subtle and I could really imagine it happening amongst a group of women. Your punctuation was misleading though, a few missing full stops made me read on where I wasn't supposed to and it made me stumble a bit when I realised I'd missed the start of a new sentence.
Other than that I'm very impressed by your ability to weave such honesty and realism into a poem. Thank you for entering. -
a very creative and interesting peice, Haunting in its reality. The narrator was a bitch, lol. you did a great job illustrating her


