ISSUE 21
August 2002

Bunny Goodjohn

 

Bunny Goodjohn, originally from the UK, now resides in Forest, Virginia. Her poetry has appeared in the literary journal Concrete Wolf and in M�lange and Wind. In 2001, she was awarded Honorable Mentions in both the Helen Calvert Award and the Don Goodwin poetry competition. When she isn�t writing (which is rare), Bunny enjoys gardening, emailing friends, and cooking up a vegetarian storm.
Kitting My Pyramid     


In the corner of my tomb, set a table,
lay it with a tray of pale green
hens eggs�
their warm shells spattered
with chicken crap and fine
brown feathers.

Add a grasp of daffodils,
that shoe I hated
and my mother's aviation goggles.

Fetch a bowl of dappled beans,
a dish of butter
and an open tub of creosote.

Against my chair, prop my dead lover,
his mackintosh still grimy,
his jester's hat, bells rusting and pitted,
and write a note for Colin,
a reminder for milk and forgiveness.

From the compost heap,
collect the dead cardinal.
Arrange him in flowers,
open-winged, a red embrace
of yellow and green.

Let the bird bring his own offering;
maggots, small rice-white,
churning in the butter dish.

 

 

Bunny Goodjohn: Poetry
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