Putti
my fat, Italian boys
Spring
his dimpled hands
cradle a cornucopia
stuffed with blooms
roses, voluptuousness
daisies, innocence
lilac, first love
anenomes, forsakenness
Summer
plump arms overfull
of bursting grapes
vines and fruits cascading round
and round his lumpy legs,
caught and crushed between his
fat toes
Autumn
hugs to his girlish breasts
sheaves of wheat
neatly tied, harvested,
ready
all these gaze straight
ahead, their mouths firm, resolute, unafraid
Winter
is my favorite putti
his chubby cheek is turned to
rest upon his shoulder
he is the only one with a
sweet smile
and soft, loving eyes
naked and barefoot, he
clutches at a thin cloak,
he seems to say,
“Yes, this is all we have to keep
us
against the cold.”
©Patricia Goodwin, 2018
Patricia Goodwin is the author of When Two Women Die, about Marblehead legends and true crime and its sequel, Dreamwater, about the Salem witch trials and the vicious 11-year-old pirate Ned Low. Holy Days is her third novel, about the sexual, psychological seduction of Gloria Wisher and her subsequent transformation. Her newest poetry books are Telling Time By Apples, And Other Poems About Life On The Remnants of Olde Humphrey Farme, illustrated by the author, and Java Love: Poems of a Coffeehouse.
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