A Park Bench Tale

The lonely lady sat under the cherry moon
drinking beer from the dregs of a can.
Battered and bent, the can that is,
found behind nearby trees.

She sipped the tepid stuff with a straw
found in a Dairy Queen cup.
She didn’t begrudge the stray cats
who found it first and licked it clean.

Holding her pinkie up as she sipped
she fancied herself a queen,
enjoying her finely steeped tea
from a delicate porcelain cup.

Nose held up high between her sips,
she imagined herself at a cocktail party.
She’d never admit she was simply avoiding
the stench from dog feces nearby.

She turned down an indecent proposal
from the man two benches down,
never one to be swept away
by anyone’s grandiose airs.

Mirabelle maintains her standards,
her dignity and pride shining through.
“I once was a wealthy Contessa, dear
two stars over, from above the moon.”

Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today I’m hosting and introducing people to the Golden Raspberry Awards. They’re the opposite of the Academy Awards. Instead of presenting an Oscar for the Best Movie of the Year, Best Actor, Best Documentary etc, they present Razzies for the Worst Movie of the Year, the Worst Actor etc. A piece of trivia: Sylvester Stallone has won more Razzies as Worst Actor than any one else: he has ten!

In today’s prompt, I’ve provided a list of thirteen movies that won a Razzie as Worst Movie of the Year and asked folks to write a poem that includes at least one of the movie titles, word for word, in the body of their poem. Folks are free to use more than one. I’ve used five: The Lonely Lady (1983); Under the Cherry Moon (1986); Cocktail Party (1988); Indecent Proposal (1993); and Swept Away (2002). Photo from Pixabay.com

21 thoughts on “A Park Bench Tale

  1. kim881 November 8, 2022 / 3:04 pm

    I do love a good story wrapped up in a poem, Lill, and your Park Bench Tale hit the spot! A sad story, a realistic story, and one with a gentle sense of humour.

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    • lillian November 8, 2022 / 3:05 pm

      So glad you enjoyed, Kim. Our lonely ladies should meet! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      • kim881 November 8, 2022 / 3:13 pm

        Thank you, Lill! Two lonely ladies on a park bench. Good idea!

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  2. sanaarizvi November 8, 2022 / 3:10 pm

    This is gorgeously rendered, Lillian 🥰 I can picture her so clearly, “enjoying her finely steeped tea from a delicate porcelain cup.” The titles fit in so seamlessly here! ❤❤

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    • lillian November 8, 2022 / 3:30 pm

      Thank you, Sanaa. Glad you enjoyed! 🙂


  3. marialberg November 8, 2022 / 4:40 pm

    “Battered and bent, the can that is,” hit me just the right way. The poem reminded me of Jacob M. Appel’s novel “Shaving With Occam.”


  4. Gillena Cox November 8, 2022 / 5:13 pm

    Wow!!! Nice one.
    Happy you dropped by my blog.



  5. Truedessa November 8, 2022 / 10:27 pm

    This was a great story poem! The last two lines made me smile.


  6. Mish November 8, 2022 / 11:23 pm

    A vivid story indeed with reality intertwined with fantasy…..or simply wishes for the norm. I especially like the line”Battered and bent, the can that is” as I’m sure she could have been too.


  7. merrildsmith November 9, 2022 / 6:23 am

    Such a poignant tale, Lillian. I could imagine this woman so well, her fantasy world a buffer. I love the ending, and I imagined a Cockney accent for some reason–maybe the reference to tea and Queen.


  8. Rob Kistner November 9, 2022 / 2:45 pm

    A brilliant blending of fact and fantasy Lil. “I once was a wealthy Contessa, dear two stars over, from above the moon.” Love that ending my ftiend! 🙂✌🏼🕊❤️


  9. paeansunplugged November 9, 2022 / 3:09 pm

    Very poignant and so well told, Lillian. Love Mirabelle’s attitude…down but not out!


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