‘Confection Connection’ and Other Poetry by Susan Budig The Society April 6, 2013 Poetry Confection Connection The girls were bored and at a loss To find a treat that did not cost An arm, a leg, no more a dime They chose confectionary dross They pulled two nickels from the grime And gave them to the clerk part-time He took the coins, he let them drop Into the drawer, like bells they chimed The girls ran from the candy shop Their hearts aglee with what they’d got Susie reached in, to her surprise A fist of icky greenish glop Back to the store with angry eyes The girls cried foul, they did despise Their hopes of candy were not met The clerk endured their cruel chastise When Susie said, “You are in debt!” The clerk’s raised brows began to sweat “Please, Miss, you see, I didn’t mean, to cause you all of this upset.” Miss Sue, she counted to fifteen Then calmly said, “What do you mean?” The clerk, named Dar, a smile spread On lips up to his eyes of green I found your face, your golden head Your lilting voice and what you said It charmed me so, I wanted more I tried to speak, my voice, it fled The trick I used, I do deplore I never meant to make you sore If you’ll forgive, let’s make a plan To quell our silly little war Miss Sue, she liked this scheming man She asked her friend, “Oh, please, Dianne, If you would hasten to my house And straighten up the white divan Dianne, all-knowing, did not grouse She promptly scampered like a mouse She cleaned the couch, and baked some bread She hoped the two, they would espouse Which they did, in weeks were wed Their love it tied a tidy thread But when Dar makes a sweetened sauce Sue fears something else instead! Interview with Lee Harvey Oswald Let me ask you just one more question Had you ever shot a man before? I take your silence as implied confession Carved in my mind: your Byzantine expression Found on your face ere you hit the floor Let me ask you just one more question Was killing John your sole obsession? A President we could all adore I take your silence as implied confession You maintained your sight on the grand procession Then pulled the trigger, not once, but four Let me ask you just one more question Did you act alone or in succession with others who formed a conspiracy corps? I take your silence as implied confession May God forgive you your transgression As you knock with hope at Heaven’s door Let me ask you just one more question I take your silence as implied confession Susan Budig writes a column for a regional magazine, This Is Living Naturally. She writes as a music journalist, feature writer, and news journalist for local newspapers in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Susan has immersed herself in poetry throughout her life. As host to a poetry group at Gather.com since 2008, she teaches poetry (including traditional forms such as villanelle, haiku, luc bat, sonnet, sestina, and more) via a monthly column. She also hosts public poetry readings at a nearby coffee house. Susan’s poetry appears in Writers Digest; Thirteen Blackbirds Poetry blog by Edward Nudelman; Art & Earth arts blog by Ann Marcaida, and Friends of the Arts newsletter. Related Post ‘When I Speak of History’ by Leonard Dabydeen When I speak of history I speak well; I leave behind the past where broken bones Lay scattered on blistering sands to tell Of atrocities that are m... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.