{"id":1543,"date":"2010-10-01T11:45:43","date_gmt":"2010-10-01T19:45:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/keeneweb.org\/newsline\/?p=1543"},"modified":"2011-10-24T18:55:36","modified_gmt":"2011-10-24T18:55:36","slug":"three-poems-by-mary-benson-eder-creative-writing-scholar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/2010\/10\/01\/three-poems-by-mary-benson-eder-creative-writing-scholar\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Poems by Mary Benson, Eder Creative Writing Scholar"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_1548\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1548\" style=\"width: 150px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1548 \" src=\"http:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/files\/2010\/10\/marybenson150.jpg\" alt=\"Poet Mary Benson, recipient of the Eder Creative Writing Scholarship\" width=\"150\" height=\"234\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1548\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Poet Mary Benson, recipient of the Eder Creative Writing Scholarship<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>KSC senior <strong>Mary Benson<\/strong>, of Chester, NH, has been awarded the Eder Creative Writing Scholarship, an impressive accomplishment. So impressive, in fact, that we thought we&#8217;d introduce her through three of her poems, a <em>Newsline<\/em> first. Let us \u2013 and Mary \u2013 know what you think. If you&#8217;d like to know more about her, and the scholarship, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.keene.edu\/newsevents\/default.cfm?Type=NewsDetail&amp;News_ID=3234\">see the news story on the KSC news page<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<h3><strong>The Day of the Ladybugs<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>I sweep the windowpane<br \/>\nand return to the Day<br \/>\nof the Ladybugs:<\/p>\n<p>the day we scraped crab-apples<br \/>\nfrom the lawn of the old couple<br \/>\nwho paid us two wrinkled<br \/>\nbucks-a-piece.<\/p>\n<p>We dropped the soiled fruit<br \/>\ninto gray wheel barrows<br \/>\nas you pelted my legs<br \/>\nand told me to keep counting,<br \/>\ncounting black apples<br \/>\nlike we counted the backs<br \/>\ndropping on our knees<br \/>\ncrusted with blood\u2014<br \/>\ndeep ladybug rouge<\/p>\n<p>like the rings under our father\u2019s eyes<br \/>\nas he sat sun burnt on the side-porch,<br \/>\nsmiling beneath beads of sweat,<br \/>\nfresh brew clenched<br \/>\nin his burgundy grip.<\/p>\n<p>Mom soaked in a lawn chair<br \/>\nreading books on other<br \/>\nwomens\u2019 lives,<br \/>\nwhile the baby napped<br \/>\nin the nook of her neck,<br \/>\nand we barreled home with<br \/>\ncrab-apple stains and ladybugs<br \/>\nlaced in our damp hair.<\/p>\n<p>That night I slept humid dreams<br \/>\nof insects roaming my eyelids.<br \/>\nI awoke and peered<br \/>\nfrom my window<br \/>\nat the vacant porch:<\/p>\n<p>Dad was hitching trains<br \/>\nfor the railroad,<br \/>\nmom was vacuuming houses<br \/>\nfor pay,<br \/>\nthe baby was hiding<br \/>\nbeneath heaps<br \/>\nof laundry, and you were always gone<br \/>\nfrom your unmade bed,<\/p>\n<p>and I sweep the windowpane<br \/>\nwith my fingernail:<br \/>\nlifting the dirt<br \/>\nof dead ladybugs.<strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<h3><strong>My Father Worked the Railroad<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>My father worked the railroad<br \/>\nfor twenty-seven years,<br \/>\ntearing ticket stubs<br \/>\nfrom Boston to Pittsburgh<br \/>\nand back to Boston:<\/p>\n<p>His ears ringing<br \/>\niron whistles,<br \/>\nhis neck chafed beneath<br \/>\nthe ironed blue collar,<br \/>\nhis nose curled fat<br \/>\nwith six-bag bums.<\/p>\n<p>Five nights a week my father<br \/>\ncame home looking<br \/>\nlike a beat boxcar:<br \/>\nhis heavy boots scuffing<br \/>\nthe kitchen tile,<br \/>\neyes charred slate thin,<br \/>\nhair slicked stiff beneath<br \/>\nthe boxy black hat<\/p>\n<p>as he slouched in his<br \/>\narm-chair, sifting<br \/>\nthrough the Boston Globe,<br \/>\nreading the printed names<br \/>\nof missing men,<br \/>\nplunging from<br \/>\nthe splintered tracks:<br \/>\ndisjointed and slung like<br \/>\nsacks of lead lunging<br \/>\nover the iron rails.<\/p>\n<p>His voice would pipe dry<br \/>\nat the base of his throat:<br \/>\nhis eyes dead on the page<br \/>\nlike two stiff skulls<br \/>\nlining the rails<br \/>\nfrom Boston to Pittsburg<br \/>\nand back to Boston,<\/p>\n<p>And the names built<br \/>\nin my father\u2019s\u00a0 brass throat<br \/>\nlike burnt weeds<br \/>\nfor twenty-seven years.<strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<h3><strong>What I Remember About the Snow<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>Zipped fat in colored wool,<br \/>\nwe trolled knee-deep<br \/>\ntowards the far end of the yard&#8211;<br \/>\nmy brother a blue rubber ball,<br \/>\nme a pus-red zit,<br \/>\nmy mother&#8217;s face lit<br \/>\nin the kitchen window.<\/p>\n<p>Stephen dug into<br \/>\nthe ground, building<br \/>\na tunnel of barren rooms<br \/>\nwhile I lay back, belly-deep<br \/>\nbeside him\u2014<br \/>\nstaring into night.<\/p>\n<p>Ice clogged my boots.<br \/>\nCold sagged in my nose,<br \/>\nhung heavy on my eyelids,<br \/>\nburrowed in my ears<br \/>\nas the kitchen light<br \/>\nwent out:<\/p>\n<p>my mother&#8217;s pale face<br \/>\ngone from the window,<br \/>\nStephen&#8217;s blue legs buried<br \/>\nbeneath collapsed walls,<br \/>\nand what I remember most<br \/>\nabout that first snow<\/p>\n<p>is the swollen red sound&#8211;<br \/>\nthe raw black burning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>KSC senior Mary Benson, of Chester, NH, has been awarded the Eder Creative Writing Scholarship, an impressive accomplishment. So impressive, in fact, that we thought we&#8217;d introduce her through three of her poems, a Newsline first. Let us \u2013 and Mary \u2013 know what you think. If you&#8217;d like to know more about her, and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/2010\/10\/01\/three-poems-by-mary-benson-eder-creative-writing-scholar\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Three Poems by Mary Benson, Eder Creative Writing Scholar<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":171,"featured_media":1548,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[366,413],"class_list":["post-1543","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-student-standouts","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1543","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/171"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1543"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1543\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3293,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1543\/revisions\/3293"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1548"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1543"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1543"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.keene.edu\/newsline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1543"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}