Frances and Martine
by Hilda Sheehan
Dancing Girl Press, 2014
The poems in
Frances and Martine (Dancing Girl Press, 2014) by Hilda Sheehan, (and charming drawings by Jill Carter,) exude a child-like joy even when debating killing a character by giving them corn remover to drink. All of the titles are simple: The Dream, The Disabled Animal, The Goose, The Knitters, etc, but these prose poems are anything but one note. Some of the ideas explore belonging, saying the right thing, the value of friendship, and feeling your own glow — even if you glow so much you float down Aisle 9 in the Supermarket and make everything in the aisle glow along with you and you get swept up into space because you have so much glow. Like the whimsical energy in the poem The Glow, in The Knob of Butter, Frances grows quiet over a series of days and eventually only says “My life is a knob of butter,” until she goes to the doctor and then a psychiatrist because that is all she says. Eventually, everyone in the world just believes in butter, not God or each other or anything else. These poems are funny, irreverent, sad, and this is one of my favorite chapbooks.
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