Marzipan Misconnection


Grandmother’s angora coat,

Unruly mop flat-ironed to a frizz-free sheen,

Red nails the shade of Feisty –

Transmutation into perhaps

a close version of Brett’s ex

Now just make-believe

her brain had been eviscerated

of gneiss formations and the half-life of iridium,

her whole report on Norwegian ice floes.

It was a mawkish idea she knew.

Best friends in fourth grade

held no currency in high school.

But she stayed up till 3 am

figuring out homemade marzipan:
he adored it when he was nine.

There he stood against the lockers

with his gang.

Here she came down the hall,

slow mo, adagio, every second

felt to the core, her entire body thrumming,

marzipan tucked under her elbow.

Unbelievably, he smiled at her

And she smiled back, she thought, and began

to offer the marzipan

until peripherally

she saw the jouncing blue skirt and

the bright yellow pom poms splaying

and heard the shrill “Oh Brett”

of the hitherto ex.

The bitter end of her confectionary endeavors.

Written for Shawna’s Monday’ Melting prompt at!

19 thoughts on “Marzipan Misconnection

  1. This is me lying on the ground kissing your feet for writing this unbelievable prose-poem. You, my dear, have been missed on the poetry circuit. I’m so happy that you joined in this week.

    First off, I wasn’t even paying attention to which lines were my favorites as I read; I was so into the tale. I remember that peripheral misery from high school; you captured those emotions so well. I wonder if this is about your daughter. 🙂

    The title rocks my socks off. Sensational. I really wanted to use “marzipan” but knew I couldn’t pull it off. You sure did! I love that you built a poem around that superb word.

    Love this: “flat-ironed to a frizz-free sheen, Red nails the shade of Feisty”; the next lines are so sad, trying to look more like another girl to get the guy.

    I really liked the way you included the subjects she’s learning at school. All that does disappear when a boy walks by.

    What a great way to word this: “held no currency in high school”

    Love “slow mo, adagio” and “jouncing blue skirt and the bright yellow pom poms”; marzipan could never compete with that. 🙂 And boy did you convey her “voice” accurately! I can hear it in my ear.

    Thank you for writing this week. You made my day.

    • Thanks, so much Shawna…and especially thanks for the nudge! There’s a little of me, a little of my daughter in this (the hair straightening, definitely!) But a lot of what I think most girls experience in figuring out who exactly they are and want to be in relation to those boys! Always love your detailed comments!

  2. Oh I am blown away – this is marvelous, Anne.. I can see the whole story so well, I love the whole thing, but I especially love the scene as she is coming down the hall – the musicality of it, “Here she came down the hall,/ slow mo, adagio, every second/ felt to the core, her entire body thrumming,” You can see her so vividly, that excitement of presenting this incredible gift to him and then the Jaws music begins as she starts to see the pom-poms. This completely brings up a similar memory of I when I was desperately trying to impress a boy.

    • So glad that scene came off well – that’s what I was shooting for. And all the silly ways girls try to impress. Somehow we all have to work it out ourselves, but I so wish I could help all those girls (but they wouldn’t believe me — as my own daughter doesn’t!)
      Thanks so much for reading 🙂

  3. LoveloveLOVE. Especially “slow mo, adagio.” You took me back to leaning against lockers and hoping for a glance. And that last line…oh, just perfect.
    Thanks so much for swinging by my blog, and reading me. So glad to have found yours. 🙂

  4. I am blown away, Anne Katherine. This is fantastic. Funny, I just scrolled up and saw Alexandra and I had the same reaction. I am at the scene and reliving my own most embarassing moments. And the sound of the piece! I read it aloud a second time for the sheer joy of sound!

  5. Kindly disregard my first comment…apparently you do have a “like” button. 🙂 Perhaps that feature loaded slowly, because I didn’t see it when I left my first comment.

    Anyway, as a guy who spends a lot of time around teenage girls (work related torture if you will), I enjoyed this read. Helps me get a better glimpse into what goes through their minds on a daily basis. Really great job capturing those thoughts and emotions….I’m very impressed.

    Fantastic use of the words in this write—especially the title. Very clever.

    Along with some other lines already pointed out, I thought these lines were powerful because it holds so much truth:

    “Best friends in fourth grade

    held no currency in high school.”

    It’s a sad transition for many kids going from elementary/middle to high school….totally different dynamics and many a good friendship is lost.

    • Thanks so much for visiting and reading!
      The girl’s point of view I so understand having been there myself and having a teenage daughter right now. And that transition is so sad, even from a parent’s perspective. My daughter barely speaks to the girl she was best friends with in 4th and 5th grade — it’s very strange and hard to understand and yet I remember it from my high school days as well.
      Thanks again – I appreciate your comments!

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