Molly Stark’s Statue Speaks Wilmington, VT "There are the Red Coats; they will be ours or tonight Molly Stark sleeps a widow." —General John Stark at the Battle of Bennington, Aug. 16, 1777 No one consulted me about standing here on Route Nine to face growling trucks, staring bikers. In life, I never once set foot in Vermont. Yet, since my John’s premature prediction of my bereavement, this road bears my name. Now, with John’s statue just half a state away, shadowed by the battle’s monument—in sight of McDonald’s and Wal*Mart—where he and his men defended supplies at Bennington from starving British, I suppose I ought to feel closer to him than in life when he achieved his renown separated from me by the White and Green Mountains. It’s odd for me to represent every frontier bride when, today, women fight in the desert beside men. The child cradled in my left arm I understand, but why’d they give me this musket for my right? It’s nothing like the one I used to kill that treed bear when John was at war. Toni Artuso Toni Artuso (she/her/hers) is an emerging/aging trans female writer from Salem, Massachusetts. Recently retired from a 30-year career in educational publishing, she is transitioning, as well as trying to accelerate the emerging and slow down the aging. Her verse has appeared in Honeyguide Literary Magazine, which nominated one of her villanelles for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her poems have also appeared in The Christian Science Monitor and Eclectica. X(Twitter): @TAltrina. Instagram: @tonialtrina.
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