Today on Silver Birch Press’ SAME NAME series, my poem, Caroling is the feature.
Caroling
by Carol A. Stephen
Perhaps I laugh a little louder
when I watch Carol Burnett
traipse down a staircase, shoulders broadened
by green velvet drapes as she mocks Scarlett O’Hara’s antebellum belle.
I might find myself mugging in my mirror,
making moues, tilting head,
ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille!
It’s what she said, as she sidled her Swanson flapper
down another flight of stairs.
But I never tie my hair up in bandanas like the 40s,
or slop around in workboots with a bucket
and a mop. And when her show’s over,
and it’s time for Carol to sing,
I can only listen; I can’t carry a tune. Ironic
when the name we share in French means joyous song.
PHOTO: Actress/comedian Carol Burnett.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Carol A. Stephen is a Canadian poet. Her poetry has appeared in Bywords Quarterly Journal and two Tree Press/phaphours press collaborative…
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Love it, and love Carol Burnett! I have so many fond memories of watching her show when I was a child.
Me too, although my memories are as an adult. I always loved the spontaneity of the show, and the way the cast often broke up themselves!
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