Our family was large; when we met
we embraced six hundred times
for a long while I was inseparable
from my cousin
but such is life
you learn to let go of things
not meant for you
Marcel Proust wrote to Celine
ten times in the hope
of boeufs - carottes
and while
I’m dropping names
there’s Vincenzo Campi’s
painting where I lie
in the arms of my brothers
but not my cousin
Daucus
pastinaca
remind him, if you see him
of the market carts pushed
through the streets of Paris
the cry of traders
the small history of our grandmothers
Frankie McMillan is a Christchurch short story writer and poet. Her publications include ‘The Bag Lady’s Picnic and other stories’ and a collection of poetry, ‘Dressing for the
Cannibals’. Recent
short stories have been selected for Best New Zealand Fiction, Vintage,
2008 and 2009. Her poetry has been published widely in NZ and overseas
and her work selected for Best NZ Poems, 2012. Awards include the CNZ
Todd Bursary in 2005, winner of the NZPS competition in 2009 and the NZ
Flash Fiction competition in 2013. Frankie is the co-recipient of the
2014 Ursula Bethell Residency at the University of Canterbury.
I have always enjoyed reading Frankie McMillan's poetry or, better yet, hearing her read it at poetry readings around Christchurch. Frankie's poetic take on the world around her appeals to me as it is a bit left of centre and comes from a unique poetic perspective all her own. Frankie is obviously widely-read and well-read as many of her poems, such as this one, contain erudition and arcane knowledge. There is a lot of information packed into a fairly short poem leaving the reader to scurry off and track down sources to her many references. For instance, is Frankie having a sly joke in her reference to "Marcel Proust wrote to Celine/ten times in the hope/of boeufs - carottes" given Proust's well-known sexuality? And who is this cousin of the carrot hiding behind its scientific Latin name?
The Biography of Mr Carrot is published on Tuesday Poem with permission.
Today's editor, Andrew M. Bell, is a poet from New Zealand/Aotearoa. Visit his Tuesday Poem blog at www.aotearoasunrise.blogspot.com and be sure to check out the wonderful poems by the other Tuesday Poets using
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6 comments:
I enjoyed this poem about memory, and carrots and parsnips, and family history.
Playful and very clever.
Thank you to the poet, and to Andrew for introducing me to her work.
Oh, I love this - the heartfelt lines 'such is life, you learn to let go of things' swirling around with this enigmatic cousin and the carrots! Just wonderful. Thanks for sharing, Andrew and Frankie :)
I love that last line!
it's delightful. I enjoy the 'erudite' allusions they add to the fun. Great to see Frankie on TP and thanks for posting this Andrew.
Loved it - particularly that laconic, 'such is life, you learn to let go of things' and the sly humour. Thanks Andrew, thanks Frankie.
Yes! I'm a fan of Frankie McMillan's writing -- love coming here and finding this, even a couple months later. Great poem! It has a winking style -- light but with something(s) lurking below the surface, too.
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