Ginger Roger’s Feathered Gown

By Rikki Santer

mothballs don’t suit me

                            and I probably deserve hell

               ostriches plucked                    bloody and raw

yet if you squint beyond the celluloid

                           gently I will lift you

             onto an aqua cloud

                                              and Fred will evaporate

while you float            with me

                                                    and Ginger

                                                                 a swan seduced

            spinning like sugar

                                      shimmering across white satin

                          imagine your cheek

                                                    caressed by my tender plumage

I will dip you

            into honeyed meringue

                                                               I will make you

                                                                                       surrender to divinity

                       I am the dress that will survive you

About the Author

Rikki Santer’s poetry has appeared in numerous publications including Ms. Magazine, Poetry East, Margie, Hotel Amerika, The American Journal of Poetry, Crab Orchard Review, Grimm, Slipstream and The Main Street Rag. Her work has received many honors including, four Pushcart and three Ohioana Book Award nominations, as well as a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Humanities. Her seventh collection, In Pearl Broth will be published this spring (2019) by Stubborn Mule Press.   

 

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