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.