POEM OF THE MONTH February 2010
Past Conjugation of the Verb Marry
I married
I married a white knight
with a slow horse
on rough terrain
I was the bee in his helmet
He would sleep in his armour
When he finally took it off
I saw his heart had been given to another
His cause was for lost love
mine for safety
Pearls and black roses
A bad omen they said
Not knowing I chose, loved them
A curt affair
His genes full of generations-bread and butter
Mine of passionate, cruel stones
Forty two degrees in the shade
Sitting tensely in formals
cracking our Crème Brule
Driving from the church
he asked for the cricket score
You married
You married
noun not verb
White whipped candy, French nails
fake tan
Your mother on oxygen
Had to see her first born
married, if not well
Under the tulle, her grandson
a happy family fracas
trimmed in lurid lace
She died anyway
How your milk
must have curdled
at the funeral
What will you marry next
to have her back?
He married
He married, as was the custom
A suit, speeches, the pressies
a days notoriety
Lots of grog to loosen
A chain he already despised
The certainty of open
legs and ironed shirts
He loved his house, the kids
the car, the view
Lamingtons in the lunch box
Pre-wired for the burbs
But they forgot to teach him
the dangers of fantasy
We married
We married oil and water
decorative statements
odd socks, budget and actual
We married mismatched sheets
ends of roof joists
opinion and dissension
ideas of the other
We married anyway
They married
They married like they married before them
Lonely, bored, bedazzled by desire
Because part of them feels whole
inserted in the other
It is logical, ludicrous, popular
They married for the long plough
rocks, stumps and droughts
Taught their boys how to hate monotony
Girls, how to darn, clean and mend
They married for love of marriage
What God has put together
let no verb bring asunder
Carmel Williams






