Thursday, August 10, 2006

Poetry Thursday: Girl Sleuth

I loved the topic of today's Poetry Thursday, unfinshed conversations. I had lots of ideas but ended up revising an old poem about a conversation I wanted to finish.

Girl Sleuth

Sometimes I'm Nancy Drew--
prowling through your closet
rummaging in your drawers
touching objects like Braille
to uncover you.

I feel along your forehead and gently
tap your skull, searching for the secret
panel which will spring open
on a creaky hinge
and solve your mystery.

I'm not looking for Ned Nickerson's blank
intimacy of the clues you toss out--
sealed envelopes to be steamed open
fractured fingerprints scattered across
the kitchen counter
but a key--
which will open your doors
and take me up the hidden 99 stairs.

This life does not
find endings
in final chapters
but stretches across
a thousand days
like a circle of months
twirling into the
dark night.


Blogger January said...

What a great poem. Love the title, and love this stanza especially:

"I feel along your forehead and gently
tap your skull, searching for the secret
panel which will spring open
on a creaky hinge
and solve your mystery."

10:46 AM  
Blogger pepektheassassin said...

Lots of nice images here, too many to pick out one that I like more than others. Good poem.

11:20 AM  
Blogger Pauline said...

Wonderful imagery! Up the 99 stairs, searching for the panel in the skull. "This life does not find endings in final chapters..." so apt!

11:50 AM  
Blogger Kathleen said...

nicely done, emily!

you should start a nancy drew club after school.
in all your free time, of course.

see you soon.

2:22 PM  
Blogger FatCharlatan said...

Wow--I really enjoyed this. Love the Nancy Drew references (I'm a girl, but I was a Hardy Boys reader, although I did read a couple of Nancy books) how you weave the "girl sleuth" (as Jan says above) with "99 Stairs" (sounds like a Nancy Drew title--is it?), the mysteries (like the key), and Ned Nickerson. On a first read, it's a fun and interesting poem...on the second, there's such a deeper meaning...a longing. Nice work!

3:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great poem Emily! Ned Nickerson and the creaky hinges, secret panels and hidden stairs really bring back those Nancy Drew books I read in the yesteryears... I love how you wove that together into a love poem!

6:08 PM  
Blogger twitches said...

This is great. Wonderful way to communicate. Love the mystery-angle.

7:33 PM  
Blogger Tina With Wings said...

The images, as other commenters have mentioned, are awesome as always.

Keep writing, I love your poems. :)

8:30 PM  
Anonymous my backyard said...

This really takes me back to my Nancy Drew days. I can see those yellow covers.

And I've certainly wondered about cracking the code to my husband's mind

9:04 PM  
Blogger Dana said...

I love the mystery angle, too, and all the detail in this poem. These lines are really interesting to me:

touching objects like Braille
to uncover you.

11:47 PM  
Blogger Sacred Suzie said...

Oh oh oh! This is so great. My greatest dream growing up was to be a spy or detective. I love the analogy and the symbolism of being a Nancy Drew in love. Fascinating, emotional and entertaining.

12:50 AM  
Blogger Catherine said...

Intriguing - it left me wondering what the convsersation you referred to in your intro was about. I like a bit of mystery in a poem. I have to admit though that I have never read Nancy Drew.

2:35 AM  
Blogger Superhero Activist said...

Ah, the paradox of the sums of one's parts not equally a whole is so craftily captured in your words! Nancy Drew, indeed. I loved the way you toyed with the extended metaphor of the mystery, waiting to be solved. It worked so perfectly for this week's prompt!

4:27 AM  
Blogger jillypoet said...

I love how you incorporated nancy Drew into this poem. who knew Nancy Drew, girl sleuth held such portent for the mystery of adult love.

I read through your blog, and I love love love your writing! Your voice is amazing, as is your use of language. You have a talent for capturing the everyday (Home Depot, laundromat) with clarity and surprising insights. Your laundromat poem is just wonderful.


10:00 PM  
Blogger chiefbiscuit said...

A neat poem, seamless and satisfying. Very clever, very attractive.

2:52 AM  
Blogger Cailleach said...

A very clever poem, which moves nicely from the specific to the general very well. A great use of the mystery/reading metaphor which carries the poem's weight.

11:22 AM  

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