A quartet of poems by an emerging poet to watch: UQ’s first featured writer is Pennsylvania poet Wendy Ellis.
Pin-ups
– on transportation
it was the worst and weirdest kind of trip
and I do mean trip
tripping
we were tripping
and we were
just a little bit too young
and a little bit too leggy & eager
but we were trying so hard
so we were tripping
and we were in a suburban shopping mall
behind it was a terrible woods
filled with litter and struggling trees
they had this desperate look
helpless and scraggly
our pupils were huge & we were drinking in this
weird landscape
oh to be so young
that young
that huge and so thirsty for everything
I was trying not to hate the woods
but I hated the woods
they were trying too hard
and it was too vulnerable
it made me ache
like the apocalypse
like fire might clean up that damn mess
like I would have to run from the woods
which would be so scary and weird
instead, we went inside this awful little mall
and tried to make sense of
being inside and being so wild inside
my god, we ended up in a movie theater
but only for a few minutes
it was too big
and so loud the sound was pinning us to our seats
we had to run from the noise
we ran laughing, leggy and breathless
into a record store where I bought the first album
I looked at
because I couldn’t stop staring at it
I was trying to hear David Bowie’s
crazy voice through the wrapper
but I kept falling into his uneven eyes
his crazy, painted face
he was from somewhere so far from
this weird mall
the noise
the struggling trees
and the leggy, tripping girl
who had to borrow five dollars
to take David Bowie home with her.
WE
Like A Plum
-on Beasts
My House Mother asked,
‘Do you eat the…will you eat the…’
and she sat there with the word in her mouth.
‘What? What is it? Is it an animal?’
‘I don’t know. It lives in the mud.’
‘Is it a plant?’
She laughed, the word still inside her like a small plum.
‘I will show you. Come, it is under the house.
It is in a bucket under the house.’
We bent under the stilts the house stood on.
A white plastic bucket stood in the shade.
And in it, something moving, many things moving.
She reached in & said the word.
It was a dry word, like a cough.
But the thing was wet & slippery,
long & knobbed at one end.
‘Do you eat THIS?’ laughed my House Mother.
She swung it hard against the lip of the bucket,
smashing it so it no longer moved.
‘No. No, I don’t eat …’ and I said the word.
WE
Here is the Poem
-on lipstick
Here is the poem that has been staggering around in me all week.
I left weird, useless things in my old bag.
Change, crumbs, threads & wrappers.
An earring. A pewter charm.
Three wheat pennies taped to a receipt.
A cheap piece of candy melted through a corner
leaving a greasy smear with a red and chocolate center.
Zippered into a pocket, two lipsticks. Tobacco sticks to old lipstick like
lipstick sticks to the cigarettes I’m chain smoking.
Lipstick leaves a greasy smear on my sleeve as I swear away
tears & snot–swearing & grimacing.
If I were Sarah Bernhardt, I’d have to lie down just about now.
The text would suggest a subtext of such ennui, such sorrow.
The organist would weep with the telling. Her lipstick smeared
on the back of her hand hastily wiping tears so she can follow the notes.
Pipe out the story, larger than life.
WE
She Said
-transportation
She said, “I’ll be late.”
She said, “I’m sorry, my car
is a piece of shit.”
WE
Author Biography
Wendy Giles Ellis
Lancaster County, PA
Reader, writer, backyard muse & eccentric knitter.
I like your poetry!
What Lone Star said! Great stuff – hope to read more of your poems soon.
You’re awesome Wendy!
i really love your voice. there’s something inspiring yet comforting and familiar about it.
Great work! I really love “She said” though. It says so much in such a few words!
Good stuff Wendy! Make more.
The voice. It’s familiar. I feel like I know you. Wait, I do and yet you always astonish me. Well done and now we wait for more.
Wendy — I have to say I have not read — and reread — poetry verse in a very long time. Reading poetry is so much different than the reading I do every day. I loved your punctuation (or sometimes lack thereof), the way the sentences began and ended, the spacing, the words you chose to Capitalize certain words, the way you repeated and used the word “leggy” at certain times in Pin-Ups. Thank you for sharing. G
Wendy,
Wonderful. More please.
AB
Excellent, my friend!
Wow, Wendy. Wow.
four different peeks into
Wendy Ellis’ head
what fun
thanks!