Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Life in the Sock Drawer” by Tricia
Knoll. Ms. Knoll is a Portland,
Oregon poet retired from many years of communications work for the City of
Portland. Her poetry has appeared in many journals including recently CALYX Journal, Cirque, and About Place Journal. She has degrees in
literature from Stanford University (B.A.) and Yale University (M.A.T.) Her
chapbook Urban Wild came out from Finishing Line Press in 2014. She is
trying (without success) to teach several neighborhood crows to say hello. For more information, see triciaknoll.com.
Life in the Sock
Drawer
Tricia Knoll
My striped socks
flirt with fireplaces,
show offs that no
one invites to dance
with others –
neither tangos nor field hockey.
Though pretending
to be bar-back gunslingers,
they are more like
gymnasts who ride
cantering horses
bareback in an empty tent.
The tribe of
self-confident gray socks sees stripes
as
flashes-in-the-pan, dreamers of giraffes
on bicycles, the
sort that might admire Entertainment
Tonight. Grays
believe they are born leaders,
trustworthy
players of cellos who like algebra
and championship
chess. Asked to go fishing,
they’d agree, even
ice fishing. They do not share
their fear of cats
or reveal volcano dreams
spurting lava and
ash.
Nestled deeper,
the whites
adore glossy ads
for Etruscan coins
and beach
volleyball teams of tall girls
in tank tops. They
dream of skimming
over New York as
Soaring Sockettes.
They are ill at
ease with mud puddles,
dissonant chords,
and original sin.
All pairs mingle
in a rectangular night-scape
below my jewelry
box. They never unravel
unlike-others,
bully elders
about toe holes
and loose ends,
or jostle for top
of drawer.
The unchosen curl
like twin fetuses
in a darkness
I never see.
Poet’s Notes: I like striped socks and
can imagine their conversations with others in my sock drawer. I began this
poem during a workshop with Paulann Petersen, Oregon's sixth Poet Laureate, who
has inspired and encouraged many, many Oregon poets.
Editor’s Note: The personification of
socks is entertaining, as is the subtle conceit that a sock drawer may say a
great deal about the owner of the socks.
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