Sally Clark poetry: Johnny Weissmuller as Tarzan

 

 

He filled the screen, all with
torso and muscles, his dark eyes
held me, though still a child, in their
deep gaze, in a lush garden of
black and white and gray, where
every creature obeyed his command
except the reptiles who paid
with their lives.

He was the King of the screen, of the
jungle, of my dreams; when his voice
called Jane, my middle name, my heart leapt
to catch his swinging vine, he swept me
away to his home in the trees,
the jungle night in his eyes, his heart
the beating of native drums and I, for one,
would never go back to civilization.

 

Author’s Notes – In 2010, the Arizona State Poetry Society ran a contest with a category for a poem about “Your Favorite Movie Star.” I thought about it for awhile, then wrote this poem. It only won third place, but the process of writing the poem, the process of remembering, was immensely satisfying. It was published in their annual anthology, Sandcutters.

Sally Clark

Sally Clark

Sally Clark and her husband, Mike, owned the Auslander Restaurant in Fredericksburg, Texas, from 1985 to 2001. Since retirement, Sally has been writing poems like clear pools, the kind where you can see all the way to the mossy rocks on the bottom. She writes about simple things like laundry and yellow highlighters, huge things like the trials of Job and the sins of Abraham, funny things like ice cream and penguins and Halloween, and scary things like heaven and hell and the color of dirt. Her award-winning poetry has been widely published in books, anthologies, magazines, gift books, and online. In 2017, her poem, "Los Compadres," was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

Sally's first publication for children is "Where's My Hug?" a lift-the-flap board book published by WorthyKids/Ideals. Buy it for a child you love.
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