Surprise Hook “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” he began each trig class. Unflappable. Mr. Thurston, with his silver hair and military bearing – always in coat and tie, could have stepped out of a 1930s movie. The butler. There I sat – the lone girl surrounded by teenage testosterone. He often told us, “When you become an engineer…,” as I glazed over. So I’m glad I was paying attention the day he asked, “Does anyone know who Firpo was?” Firpo was before our parents’ time. A long pause. “No one?” “He was a boxer,” I answered. I cared nothing for sports, but I did know a thing or two about art. Alarie Tennille This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge. Alarie Tennille was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and graduated from the University of Virginia in the first class admitting women. She became fascinated by fine art at an early age, even though she had to go to the World Book Encyclopedia to find it. Today she visits museums everywhere she travels and spends time at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri, where her husband is a volunteer guide. Alarie’s poetry book, Running Counterclockwise, contains many ekphrastic poems. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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10/22/2016 11:51:52 am
Nice. very nice. Low, understated, under the radar and then, bulls eye. nice.
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Alarie Tennille
10/22/2016 04:03:53 pm
Thanks, John. I couldn't believe my good luck when a painting with a personal story showed up in the Ekphrastic Challenge.
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