Dreamboat (Thinking of Marilyn Monroe after viewing Magritte's white dress in Philosophy in the Boudoir) So here she comes again, that big blonde dreamboat sailing onto the scene, polished to a sheen, heady and haloed by seabirds, sails at her mast billowing like a finger crooked and calling you to her. And you move toward her, just on the chance she may ask you to enter some cabin holding a geography of mounds in breasts and buttocks, and where in the closet hangs a perfect white dress, dreaming her body breathing inside it. Andrena Zawinski This poem appeared previously in Eating Her Wedding Dress: A Collection of Clothing Poems, edited by by Vasiliki Katsarou, Ruth O'Toole, and Ellen Foos, Ragged Sky Poetry. Andrena Zawinski’s latest poetry collection is Landings. She has two previous award winning collections and four chapbooks. Her poems have received accolades for free verse, form, lyricism, spirituality, and social concern. Zawinski runs the San Francisco Bay Area Women’s Poetry Salon and is Features Editor at PoetryMagazine.com
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Devon Balwit
7/22/2017 10:38:40 am
Andrena, I loved the work that the line-breaks do in the last two stanzas as well as the sea images you spun out of the word "dreamboat."
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