Feint
(1963, for JKL)
Most days fifth grade recess at Saint Thomas More
girls were sent to the swings, the boys all knew
they’d do hoops with the nun. Kevin refused,
skipped out with the girls who never kept score.
When Sister Mary George came to the door
to shout at our dad that his son was askew,
he said his son was made by God just like you.
This was heard all over the house, before
we knew it Kevin stood beside dad in
his sister’s Sunday dress; he politely
asked if Sister could come in and kindly
help him with some of his long division
She seemed off balance as if caught by surprise,
a fearful loss that we could see in her eyes
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love your choice of the sonnet form for this tale
important! and kind.
Wow! Hell of a story. Love your use of the form.
Beautifully rendered!
Quite a tale! Quite expertly written.
Wonderfully done – what a story!
Wow, this might be one of my favorite poems of yours. It tells an important story masterfully, gracefully.
“Feint” — a perfect title. I wasn’t even born then–a few years after–but I’ve always had an odd “feint” feeling of remembering this loss. I’m again experiencing this “fearful loss.” Fantastic piece.
sonnet for pride! beautiful!! 😍😍🤗🤗
at st. pat they made a rule for the seventh and eighth graders that the girls weren’t allowed to play basketball with the boys bc it was too much physical contact they deemed sexual in nature. i was like i just wanna hoop, and not enough girls will play. 🙃🙃
Bittersweet that the child tries to be the one to bridge the gap. Beautiful storytelling.