Lynne Thompson: Three Poems
The recipient of a Fellowship from the City of Los Angeles in 2015, Lynne Thompson is the author of three poetry chapbooks as well as two full-length collections, Start With A Small Guitar and Beg No Pardon, winner of the Perugia Press Book Award and the Great Lakes Colleges New Writers Award. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Thompson’s work has recently appeared in the North American Review, Prairie Schooner, and Ecotone, as well as the anthologies, Coiled Serpent, Poets Arising from the Cultural Quakes and Shifts of Los Angeles and Resisting Arrest: Songs to Stretch the Sky. She is Reviews & Essays Editor for the literary journal Spillway.
Hammer & Pick
Long before I came along a dream Daddy told his boys he was glad for any kind of work and FDR with his New Deal politics was his guy always there If it wasn’t for the WPA, my brothers say, they would have had nothing to eat peace and glory Daddy’s talent to draw a bow down a fiddle wouldn’t keep a roof over their heads, and he was happy to go into the sewers instead of waiting glad to slip below the earth before sun- rise, to return to it in starlight Undeterred built a railroad swung the hammer & pick, the other men twice his size and strength, but Daddy did whatever he was told now he’s done He didn’t think of history. Hoped his kids would survive another potatoes-and-water supper don’t you remember The brothers say they were better off than many. They were the ones with a drum.
Daddy was laughing but he sat quite still
the day he told us what he had seen:
an Obeah man with one eye, smiling.
Daddy, young, played alone, as he often
did, or with boys from the next plantation.
He was laughing but sat quite still, his
eyes brooding as he remembered racing
up the hill he was forbidden until he came
upon the Obeah man with one eye, smiling.
We loved his stories of Papa Bois, of douens
with backward-facing feet, of old traditions
because he was laughing while sitting still
and looking beyond a great distance, knowing
between Papa Bois and death is a connection
to the Obeah man with one eye, smiling, but
he just looked at us then winked his left, said
I ran away before anything wicked happened.
Again he laughed but sat so still as he spoke
to us of an Obeah man with one eye, smiling.
White Flight: Los Angeles, 1961
The woman in the window is a dead ringer for
Donna Reed. Minutes ago, she sent her reasons
for living safely off: her husband with his flask
of milk, his Dragnet special; their daughter with
Heidi-hefty curls of gold; their sons perched atop
their Schwinns and armed with news about some
preacher named King; her man’s don’t take chances
drumming in her ears—avoid the windows and lock
the doors. Across the street, one of the neighbor’s
boys (she can’t tell them apart) re-mows the freshly-
mown lawn, transistor blaring Sam Cooke’s Chain
Gang—surely no good can come of that. The boy’s
father, his Caribbean-breeze-of-an-accent soft, leaves
earlier than her man, and that irks. On the telephone
wires above their houses, a flock of white-crowned
sparrows raise a squawk sensing the presence of a
blackbird, red hidden in its wings. How do they know
she asks later, when it’s time to fly? By their sense,
of imminent doom, her husband growls, spits, reading
about a sit-in at a southern Woolworth’s, a version of
the 5-and-10 where his kids buy Coke and waxed lips.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
is the author of Fretwork, winner of the 2018 Marsh Hawk Press Poetry Prize, as well as Beg No Pardon and Start With A Small Guitar. Awarded a Pushcart Prize Honorable Mention in 2017, her poetry has recently appeared in Poetry, Ecotone, and New England Review, as well as the anthologies Resisting Arrest, Poems to Stretch the Sky and <i?Nasty Women Poets, An Unapologetic Anthology of Subversive Verse. Thompson is Reviews and Essays Editor for the literary journal, Spillway/i>.