Fig Leaves
by
James Shammas
(Age: 44)
copyright 10-08-2005
Age Rating: 16 to 127
He sticks his penis in Grandma's face.
Proud of it, he wears it like a badge.
His six year old sister Sam giggles,
Hiding her envy with a fig leaf seemingly
Weaved from her powder-pink, polka-dot shorts.
Grandma smirks disapprovingly,
Unaware hers is the blessed brooch
Pinned to her Sunday best, as she neatly
Crosses her legs over the floral-patterned carpet
Where we prank and play-- and which is my wife's--
Before we dress for Church, me wrapped
Tightly-- tightly wound like one large leaf--
Walking out the door like an unlit cigar
Waiting till the edge of night to un-
Wrap myself, and-- half asleep-- light my cigar.
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Jim...You are at your best when you write about things like this...You tell a sweet little story that it is easy to relate to (I have a 4 year old grandson)on an everyday level and at the same time you philosophically relate that same theme to some pretty deep psychological ideas and thoughts...You can say so much and serve up much food for thought when your writing is as clear and energetic as this.
Innocence is so wonderful. Its too bad when we learn that what is natural is not as well accepted by the masses. The fig leaf only hides what we don't want seen by others, but why? If we had nothing to hide, we would have no secrets to keep! This is a wonderful look at the loss of innocence, Anthony
Jim, you are getting quite good at these small portraits of life. I thoroughly enjoyed this. The Gothic imagery (my perception) is quite sharp and the pride of the moment is felt in its most tangible form. A picture of Eve, covering her private parts with a leaf quickly came to the forefront, as I read this prose. Judging from your previous work, your descriptive abilities are evolving to a great level of sophistication. This is not to say that your previous work is not sophisticated, but it is evident to me that there has been a shift from wordy poetry to elaborate prose. Congratulations!
That is a very cute story but what are these fig leaves you speak of, I am jealous, when I was a little girl I had a habit of mooning people, I thought it was so funny, I mooned my mom and brother and they urged me to go do it to dad, so naive as I was, I ran and couldn't wait to show and then ran off laughing not waiting for his reply and then he beat the living hell out of me so yes I am very jealous indeed. Maybe if I would have done it right before church he would have had time to think about it and the laugh by himself as you did. Why didn't I think of that! lol great poem, good write, I love it, you make feel like I am right there. Thank you
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