Goucher Poets: Donché Golder

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As a part of this semester’s theme of community, the Kratz Center for Creative writing is sponsoring a series called “Poetry as Community,” bringing local poets to campus to build new connections. To add to this conversation of poetry as a means of creating community, the Q is asking student poets to share their poems. To start off this series, here are a couple poems from Donché Golder, ‘18.
In his words, Donché Golder is an aspiring poet and a native of Baltimore City. He’s a 4th year English Major, Professional Writing Minor who plays chess and reads manga in between stressing over whether he will be employable after graduation.

To read about poets that inspire Donché, click here.

Hallmark Scene

Look at it
The fire place lit
Gifts sit idle
Under the tree
Children sit around
Smiling
Crying
The golden retriever smiles
At the feet of father
His pipe lit
Mother stands behind
The red armchair
In front of the window
Where we witness
Another White Christmas

Thanks for another
Noninclusive representation
Of a capitalistic holiday

 

Lover’s Exchange (List of Sedoka: Read from right to left)

Shu
you reaches this When
and vanished have will sun the
.contrast in pale will moon the

Omaa
gently rest words Your
.heart my is that bed the on
.later arrive will response My

Shu
.love received have I
draws note the on fragrance The
.you to closer ever me

Omaa
,touched truly am I
.away far stay must you but
.die you’ll ,you sees father If

Shu
.wrath his seen have I
,armies vast his seen have I
.beauty seen have too I but

Omaa
you ask not do I
,here emotions your still to
.letters these for yearn I but

Shu
letters the like And
,you before appear will I
.sun black the of night the on

 

יעל

The monster sits in the dark

and peers deep into the truth.

 

He looks back at them,

lustful incarnations in the cradle of time.

 

He recalls יעל.

Her curly brown locks,

and the way she didn’t hesitate

to embrace him.

 

His guard let down.

Her skin smiling, elephant tusk

wrapped around a child of Adama.

She, born in gods image,

bore into him.

 

He drank of her milk.

Secure in her tent,

he fell asleep.

 

She stared into the eyes of a beast

whose true existence could not be fathomed

by weaker men;

men tired from wars: internal and external.

They fade.

 

The monster sits in the dark

retells the truth of a woman of light.

 

 

 

Featured Image: Poetry Broadside created by Donché Golder.

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