A PROMPT RESPONSE: #720 Are you still with short ramrod?




I am so far behind! I originally posted this prompt way back in July. I’ve written to it a few times, but never felt I had anything to work with. However, now I’m determined during the month of October to finally catch up on these prompts, so I made myself get to work.


 


This untitled draft is the semi-polished version of what I’d come up with after lots of wheel-spinning: 


 


He was sort of a runt, stocky


and ungraceful.  He wasn’t


dreamboat material with his broad,


turned-up nose, off-kilter smile (not


crooked, like Gable’s, just skewed),


watery eyes that protruded a bit. 


The wavy blond hair should have counted


for something, but it lacked highlights


and sat on his skull like a lop-sided cap.


 


Appearances get in the way


in seventh grade: He was friendly, with maybe even


kindness behind those dull eyes. He was


“one of the guys,” even though he wasn’t crude


and never baited the nuns to score points.


No one disliked him. He simply


didn’t make hearts flutter.


 


I thought he’d scored the last laugh


when he married one of my high school classmates,


a bookish girl who developed style and luster


as she matured. She made a beautiful bride,


 


still as smart and funny as she’d been


freshman year. She and her scruffy groom


were laughing and affectionate, as if they enjoyed


each other as well as their romance.  No one


 


would have modeled a cake topper after


the mismatched pair, but everyone at the reception


smiled watching them dance, the two of them


grinning, gazing (him up, her down)


into each other’s eyes.


 


No, I wasn’t happy about this version at all. It was too wordy, and too bogged down with details that weren’t needed. Originally I’d said not to write an epic, and I wanted to at least try to follow my own directions.


 


I pared and rewrote lines, wrote new lines, and wound up frequently glowering at the computer screen. Finally I decided to focus on the original wording of the prompt: Are you still with short Ramrod? I started with the first meeting with the unlikely bride, instead of going back in time to establish the details of why “Ramrod” wasn’t especially attractive. I was able to work in some of the imagery from my previous draft, although I’m still not satisifed with this poem at all. Maybe if I take a look at it six months from now, I can see how to fix it–or whether it’s worth any more effort.


 


BELIEVE ME OR YOUR LYING EYES


 


I’d gone to school with her fiancé


in seventh grade. She must have read my mind


when she told me they were engaged.


She chuckled. Yeah, he’s a smart-ass


little runt. Coming from her,


it sounded like an endearment.


 


She and I been friends off and on in high school.


Knowing her, I couldn’t imagine them together.


Then I realized I didn’t know her at all,


had no idea whether he was her “type.”


 


His father and I were members


of the church choir, and we sang at the wedding.


The bride was lovely, outclassed


her groom  in every way; but they seemed


happy, enjoying the party and each other


as if romance were gravy. The guests


smiled to see them dance together,


the mismatched couple grinning,


gazing (him up, her down)


into each other’s eyes.


 


I didn’t see her for a decade or more.


At our ten-year reunion she told me


they were divorced. He was a jerk,


she announced with a live-and-learn shrug.


I didn’t know what to say. A jerk,


a runty, unappealing jerk–that


had been my impression of him all along.


 


I’m sorry was all I could say.


Then we let it go, and talked about school.


 


[Sigh.] Maybe the next prompt will go better.


 


–Nancy


 


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