 Windblown Jackie, photography by Ron Galella (USA), 1971. Jackie No longer First Lady in Chanel and a pill box hat, she’s Jackie O. in jeans and a Henley, striding the Upper East Side, wind at her back, still graced with the good fortune that carried the debutante from a prominent, but declining family, farther than anyone dreamed possible. Windswept tresses frame her famous face in a three-quarter art-nouveau shot as she turns toward a whistle. Women always turn toward a whistle, whether they welcome it, or not. They want to believe they warrant a whistle, inspire a whistle, that men draw breath for them. Lisa McMonagle Lisa McMonagle grew up on the Allegheny Front of Central Pennsylvania. Currently Ms. McMonagle works as the Coordinator of English as a Second Language for an Adult Education program in State College, PA. Her work has appeared in The Women’s Review of Books and West Branch.
5 Comments
8/22/2017 05:08:33 pm
Beautifully done. A great portrait at the beginning, made stunning by that turn near the end. I really enjoyed this poem.
John Menapace
10/13/2017 10:52:20 am
Cool!
Margaret Duda
11/23/2020 09:40:11 am
Terrific poem. It was her husband I interviewed, but her that I tried to emulate and when Jack said I reminded him of her, it was a highlight of my life.
Laura Cowan Thomas
2/28/2022 07:01:09 pm
You've always had that humor that sneaks up on you!! I will be searching out more of your creative words, as it looks like you've been published more than a few times. This is a fun piece! Reach out! Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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