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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Poetry Party Wednesday


The Summer I Was Sixteen

Geraldine Connolly

The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,
danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled
cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,
mouthing the old words, then loosened
thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
through the chain link at an improbable world.

6 comments:

Lizzi said...

I can feel and hear summer here.

teri said...

I accidentally deleted Aimeslee's comment, but here's what she said: Well, it's all there (except for the Sun-In or lemon juice - don't forget the hair, baby!). Also, the iodine is news to me, what was it for? At any rate, yep. Our Summers of Pre-teen Love. Great poem, Teri. xoxo

teri said...

Oh and iodine -- that was mixed with baby oil and applied as suntan lotion. I have no idea why -- maybe the iodine was like a self-tan on the way to the real thing. hmmm.

thepinkrachael said...

I enjoyed this. It made me feel nostalgic, even though my teen years were nothing like this, and brought back my own good memories! Yay for Poetry Wednesdays!

Aimeslee said...

I just commented on your pretty fabric page and realized I hadn't heard from you on this comment, now I know why, LOL. Ok, so I had to know about the iodine and googled it. You guessed right, but here's the link to the full scoop:
http://www.blurtit.com/q431869.html

Learning something new every day! winkwink xoxo

Holli said...

I love this poem... great imagery. And I think I remember my mom telling me the iodine dyed your skin? Is that right?