A friend has pointed to a serious lack in the world’s culture. I could not let it pass. See if you are as moved as I was:
From Kurious Kitty: “Tomorrow is the anniversary of the birth of Lucille Ball of I Love Lucy fame. She was born on August 6, 1911–105 years ago. I thought I might find a poem about Lucille Ball, or I Love Lucy, since she and the sitcom were such a notable part of post-WW II popular culture. I always check first the Poetry Foundation website search feature, but found nothing directly related to Lucille Ball.”
My inner crone and I cackled, conspired and this transpired:
An Ode Not Quite Odious
To Lucy of the curling locks,
red, shining but tightly tamed,
as was your genius, always
cloaked in silly ways and
cunning looks. You capered,
scarpered, skeddadled and tattled,
never more charming when
being shy or disarming.
Would I could have met you,
repaid every laugh with
the right words to lift you
when you needed it, as you
lifted me so many times.
I’m left only to gift you rhymes.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Let no one say I walked away from a serious blight on our culture, unmoved by Lucille Ball’s plight — an icon of redhaired beauty uncelebrated by poets. Do you have a few words to spare for Lucille Ball? Care to share?
And Happy Poetry Friday, a few hours late, a dollar short, but snark to spare. Thanks again to Tara Smith at A Teaching Life for hosting and letting me slide in with a double play.