The Reticule

I asked Kelly Caseley for five words to write a poem with.  Being a costume maker, she gave me these: reticule, tropical, mannequin, pinafore, button.

The Reticule

You might look at her walking by the water
in her pinafore and believe you know what
she’s doing. But no. She has no interest
in all those stones and sea glass and shells. She’s here
remembering strands of seaweed she knotted
once into a net bag over a framework
of tiny bones ordered online from somewhere
green, tropical, immense (she heard a chitter
and many raptors screaming as the package
opened). And when the bag was done she pulled out
the bones, watched them fall and form a mannequin
she carries now in the reticule fastened
with a button made from a beak. It stirs
when ospreys cry or eagles wheel overhead.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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