Festival, Pompeii

By Eileen Hennessy

Celebration of the harvest.

Something for everyone.

Blue plate special, hot plate,

cold plate, plate of the day.

White-clothed table in the courtyard,

dishes heaped with grains and fruits

 

spilling onto the paving stones,

the children scrabbling,

their white stick-fingers clutching

at the slippery rolling bits.

 

A puppet show: Little fish

that swallowed big fish

that swallowed bigger fish

swallows man.  And all the while

 

people mourning for the old-time feast:

for white bread and honey, for milk

running from silver spigots.

And all the while the grapes waiting,

already dusted with ash.

 

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Eileen Hennessy‘s poems and short stories have been published in numerous literary journals. Her two book-length collections of poems are This Country of Gale-force Winds, published by NYQ Books in 2011, and Places Where We Have Lived Forever, published by Off The Park Press in 2015. She is a translator of legal and commercial documentation and books on art history into English from several other West European languages, and teaches in the translation studies program at New York University.


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