Poems by Shirley J. Brewer
Shirley’s 4th book of poems from Apprentice House Press
I am Shimmering Goddess Energy
“My definition of shame is a bare wrist”
“CEO of Accessories”
“In Kindergarten, every day I carried to school a paper shopping bag filled with toys, in case the teacher ran out of things to do”
“I am more “sequin”tial than sequential”
What the Bride Wore
A white silk jersey gown,
close-fitting bodice, bouffant skirt
of marquisette. Tulle halo in her hair.
After the honey dropped off the moon—
how Mom told it, winking at Dad—
she accepted synthetics, her closet
a department store paradise lush with
eye-popping shades of yellow and blue,
an occasional red. Mom worshipped
Alfred Dunner, adored his drip-dries.
She even whispered his name
into holy water before Sunday mass.
Silk’s fine for the wedding, she said, but you ought
to have plenty of polyester for the long haul.
Shirley J. Brewer