A photo of real gonfalons in use.‘Gonfalon’ by Paul Erlandson The Society March 12, 2021 Coronavirus, Culture, Humor, Poetry 10 Comments . Around the rearview mirror of my car There hangs a gonfalon of love divine. My talisman, my bright and guiding star, From which both fortitude and healing shine. What is this mighty banner hanging down? Not cross nor tassel, but the soft damask That forms the flag by which my faith is flown: The savior of my life, my virus mask. ©2021 – Paul Erlandson gonfalon: A banner suspended from a crosspiece, especially as a standard in an ecclesiastical procession or as the ensign of a medieval Italian republic. . . Paul Erlandson resides in Royal Oak Michigan, and has recently retired from an automotive engineering career with Ford Motor Company. He has had poetry published in “Dome” (a publication of St. Paul’s Cathedral, London) and “The Slumbering Host”, a volume of poetry collected by Clinton Collister and Daniel Rattelle. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 10 Responses Jeff Kemper March 12, 2021 Delightful! The last three words took me by surprise. Very effective! Reply Mike Bryant March 12, 2021 Paul, I’d never heard of a gonfalon… a consequence of my misspent youth, I suppose. The selected picture put me on the right track… which turned out to be the garden path you led me on… I loved the perfect twist. Welcome to SCP. Reply Sally Cook March 12, 2021 You have the kind of humor that is so welcome here. Let’s see more! Reply Joe Tessitore March 12, 2021 I agree. Great writing! Reply C.B. Anderson March 12, 2021 Very funny. The title reminds me of a word Kurt Vonnegut coined in Cat’s Cradle, namely “Granfalloon” (if I’ve spelled it correctly). It means a phony association of people, as opposed to a genuine association (“karass”). Reply Paul Freeman March 12, 2021 Short, effective, and I’ve already gone back to the poem three times. Nicely done, Paul. Reply Julian D. Woodruff March 12, 2021 Touche! (You mean you don’t wear a mask when you’re in your car?) Reply Paul Erlandson March 12, 2021 Thanks, everyone! Your kind words are very much appreciated! I plan to spend more time here from now on. Reply David Watt March 13, 2021 Paul, I also learnt a new word from reading your poem. Well written, and with the bonus of humor. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant March 13, 2021 Paul, your poem is intriguing and witty while making a very valid point – a multi-layered marvel! Welcome to SCP. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.