Salon
Moulinex in dusty pink
streams in flight back
and forth over the long
locks of hair I used to have
before I fell from town,
from homeroom, from a girl’s
reputation and grace.
It was long, dark
and purely only what a poor
girl had. My grandmother
eased the day in heat waves
and Ella Fitzgerald hums,
in strokes that rushed
over in the roar of engines
and spinning coils inside
a misshapen box that
were drowning and rising
like ribbons unraveling
in the air.
Copyright Carrie Teresa Maison. 2016. All Rights Reserved.
Carrie Teresa Maison is an English professor in the School of Arts and Sciences at Marymount University. In addition to her position at Marymount, she is also a member of the English faculty at the University of Maryland-University College and American Public University. Maison holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from George Mason University and a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing (Poetry) from Queens University of Charlotte. Maison is currently working towards her first collection of essays and prose and is a graduate student at Johns Hopkins University. She is also a part-time freelance writer for various style and media publications.
What a fine flight of a poem! Thanks for sharing this. Hiram Larew
Deep, sensitive, articulate and genuine. Thanks for sharing. Monika Lucey
Excellent writing and sharing from my beautiful daughter. And definitely not a surprise as to the depth. Brenda Turpin
Excellent writing by my beautiful daughter. Definitely not surprised at the depth.