Sharon Dunn
Poet
Sebring, Florida
Dark Moon
By Sharon Dunn
Do not fear, My People;
I have brought a dark one.
Running from the white man, she has told a strange tale.
Long ago her people, in a far-away land
captured and tethered by the white man
hunted in the forest, torn from home and village,
chained to other dark-skins underneath the boat's floor,
riding the back of the Big Water.
Like a beast it tossed them, catching them to swallow.
After many moons passed, land rose up to meet them.
All were sold for wampum. Well we know of this thing;
white men trade what they do not own.
Take her in and feed her. She grows heavy with child.
See how low she carries--it will be a man child.
It is no matter that it is white.
She tells of her peoplc--mighty hunter-warriors.
So will this child grow to be like these ancestors.
We must teach her our ways. She will be my woman.
She is strong and handsome--I will call her Dark Moon.
My sons from her will be like no others.
1st Place, FSPA (with drawing)
© 1994 copyright Sharon Dunn
Lookin' Good
By Sharon Dunn
So I'm boppin' up the
street wit my
mini dress and my clunky shoes and my
teakwood earrings--
ya know?
And I had me a flyin' stroll goin' wit my
sashayin' skirt and my
feet hardly touchin.--
I mean.
And what do you think? THIS GUY
without a shirt jumps off a scaffold and
takes a better look.
I'm sayin'.
I almost lost my stride when he
grinned and whistled and
smiled so cute, but
I was cool.
And I was lookin' too -- I mean not so
he would notice I was lookin' and
get the big head.
No way.
Looked like it was big enough to
me. You shoulda seen how he
wunk his eye.
Big shot.
So I says, "Hey, big guy, you just met your
match." And I turned and I said,
"I will see you
"later."
So you don't believe me? Go aks your
grandpaw. And tell him quit showin' off and
put on his shirt.
Big lug.
Published in "The Top" ("The Tournament of Poetry",
Larry Gross, ed.) from
August, 1994 through December, 1994.
© 1994 copyright Sharon Dunn
Another Miracle
By Sharon Dunn
A new babe grows inside
the babe I bore;
Her belly swells as mine once did with her.
As mother she becomes, as I before;
As life repeats itself, new life must stir.
This stirring tugs at me with silken strands;
A tiny stranger, intimate and named
With perfect fingernails-perhaps my hands--
Will emerge naked, loud, and unashamed.
Though medicine, it's terminology
Of blastula and amniotic probes
Would dull my senses scientifically,
Explaining miracles with mere microbes,
I know I live inside my daughter's womb
If only as one petal of the bloom.
2nd Place, Shakespearean
Sonnet, FSPA, 1994
© 1994 copyright Sharon Dunn
You Can't Judge a Binch by its Stribble
By Sharon Dunn
We met at a shahndaffer
down in the park.
It was on a Friday--the usual do.
His luds shown like grimulets in the near dark,
Which, as I recall, should have been my first clue.
He asked me to binch to the downdiddy dash
Then stribbled so cool with that gonquistry strup
That I couldn't resist. So I gathered my fash
And we binched and we bonched til the vundus rolled up.
Oh, he was so phistick and I so phramphyte;
The meuglen so perfect--one strom of a mence.
And not til we binched near a nerfuren light
Did I notice his yeng had a strange decompense.
And not only that, but his schluff was so sparse.
How it sconkled and flumped in such wild gyration!
It was then the reality of this grand farce
Made my bonkies light up in cold strandification.
Well, I backed right off then, and I threw him a plawk
That would ruftin your fawver and whisten your fonk.
But it just made him gonquer! He strupped his begawk
And headed right for me, a-hoot and a-honk.
"Well, that's it," I thought, as I gimpered my gear.
"I'll just have to do what ma told me to do."
She said to lamdogget, then grounch in his ear,
And last, flamish him. So I did. Wouldn't you?
2nd Place winner in the Nonsense category IN " HWUP!" magazine,
1996.
(Larry Gross,ed.)
© 1996 copyright Sharon Dunn
About the poet...
Sharon Dunn
Sharon Dunn is a member
of the Sebring Lakes Poets, the Florida State Poets Association, Inc.,
and the National Federation of State Poets Societies, Inc. She has
been published in "Kwasind," a University of Michigan literary
magazine (1982) for which she also illustrated the cover. Her second-place
winning haiku with drawing was published in the "American Collegiate
Poets" magazine in 1984. Most recently her poetry has been published
in "HWUP!," "The Top," and "Sijo West,"
all poetry magazines published by Dr. Larry Gross. Sharon has won
numerous awards in the Florida State Contest as well as the National
Contest (NFSPS), and has been published in the Florida (FSPA) anthology
of poetry.
Sharon lives in Sebring, Florida in a 1926 Mediterranean-style home
in which she is presently painting a mural. She has an alterations
and sewing business in her home and illustrates note cards on the
side.
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