For Aliena's challenge

A different view of this picture came to mind after thinking about brothers and sisters and grade school plays. There's a bit of me in that angel.




The Trouble With Angels

And they carried me--
my brothers did
after the play.

There I was sitting atop that tree
singing of Christ's birth
when Chester the shepherd boy
tossed his staff across the stage,
its crook catching around the base
rattling the tinsel, shaking the bows
until at last I started to fall.
And with angels' wings I dropped.
Landing on the floor, leaving all grace
to the Christ child, I crumbled, crashed,
and cried. Like a baby without a manger,
I lay there with pine needles, hay, and
a torn halo. Baby Jesus stared with doll's
eyes while Mary and Joseph giggled.
 
"Oh Lord," my momma gasped out in
the darkened auditorium.
 
"Dear God in Heaven," Sister Magdalena
prayed  aloud from the the stage door
as she fainted into Father O'Hara's arms.

Momma says that Chester Sizemore is
a menacing boy. Sister Magdalena has left
the school to meditate in the Ozarks. Father
O'Hara quit the priesthood. And, I,
well just look at me. I am a fallen angel
being carried by my two demon brothers.

I hate dresses anyway.

Kathy Lockhart
1/25/07





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-01-25 at 18:10

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
my cheeks hurt from laughing. This one wins the prize. It is the most fun I've had in a long, long time. I know this angel well, I used to call her blunderdick!
2007-01-27


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey Katherine this is a beautiful poem and i guess we all relate in one way or another
well done rgds mike
2007-01-26



This does so remind me of my Angel part in the christmas nativity Kathy! I got stuck in my costume and panicked!lol Your story is so funny and a perfect contribution to this Angel Challenge. Smiling at you, not Gabriel but still a claustraphobic!lol Tai
2007-01-25


Arti
Omg Kathy, I've done that very same thing myself. I can't wear dresses - it reminds me too much of falling out of a faery tree. I suppose its okay for angels to wear flowing dresses, they don't have to walk and they have wings to fly, but for little girls who don't like hair in their eyes and shoes on their feet, angel clothes are too much!
2007-01-25



Most lovely!
Written with that warm humour that is so much you :-)))
I say: Thanks a lot!
2007-01-25


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
*lol*What a great contribution!Thanks for sharing Kathy!*bookmarked*so I can read it again and again and again!
2007-01-25


Rob Graber
"Precious" is an adjective seriously overused, but that's what this poem is. Deserves to become a holiday classic! Bookmarked for future enjoyment...
2007-01-25