My friend and fellow State College Poetry Group poet Lisa McMonagle has a dynamite poem this week in Ekphrastic Review. I can’t figure out how to reblog it, so I’ll copy and paste. Enjoy!
No longer First Lady
in Chanel and a pill box hat,
she’s Jackie O. in jeans
and a Henley, striding
the Upper East Side,
wind at her back, still
graced with the good
fortune that carried
the debutante from
a prominent, but
declining family, farther
than anyone dreamed
possible. Windswept tresses
frame her famous face in
a three-quarter art-nouveau
shot as she turns toward a whistle.
Women always turn toward
a whistle, whether they
welcome it, or not.
They want to believe
they warrant a whistle,
inspire a whistle, that men
draw breath for them.
– Lisa McMonagle
First published in Ekphrastic Review
Photo: Windblown Jackie by Ron Galella (USA), 1971.
Sarah Russell Poetry 
I love this. That is a beautiful shot of her.
I’m up in the middle of the night with a sick baby, so thanks for the welcome distraction.
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Hope your baby is better today. Glad to have helped! 🙂
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Lovely. Thank you for reposting.
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You’re welcome. I think it’s a great poem too.
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wonderful and lovely – the end packs a punch
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Yes, I think that turn in the poem at the whistle is sensational.
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What a fine piece of writing!
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Agreed, John!
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Oh, so technical a correction, but would be a big deal to Jackie – Upper East Side, not West.
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I’ll let Lisa know. Ah, a true New Yorker. We midwestern hayseeds didn’t catch that! 🙂
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Hahaha! Yes. Believe it or not, it would be worth her making that small edit. Otherwise some Jackie fans and New Yorkers are like “Naw!” Amazing but true.
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