Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Antiques, A Wedding And Three Flat Tires” by Gene Hodge, a member of the Chattanooga Writer’s Guild. He is also a Journeyman Wireman and professional entertainer who performs throughout the southeast. Hodge hails from Sparta, Tennessee.
Antiques, A Wedding And Three Flat Tires
She said, “My headaches stopped the day my husband died.”
I stood there, arms crossed, smiling,
found a 1943 dressing stool and sat down.
With youth’s mischievous sparkle still in her eyes
she continued, “We drove trucks as a team—
we were together seven days a week.
I once asked him if he knew what happened this day 60 years ago,
he said he didn’t.
I said you ought to; we had three flat tires on the way to get married.”
Then slowly lowering her gaze to the hardwood floor,
she paused . . . and murmured,
“You would’ve thought, we would’ve turned around and went back . . .
but we didn’t.”
I never gave her story much thought—
only saw the humor, the irony of the moment—
until I began to write this poem
and my pen searched an empty page for a closing line.
Not once, did I hear the word love, fun or happiness.
Only if I read between the lines
do I find a hint,
and that was...
“My headaches stopped the day my husband died.”
Poet’s Notes: The beauty surrounding us amazes me. People are poetry and they are the living examples of life. I am intrigued by every step, wrinkles on their faces, and the movements of their lips as they write for me and become the poem.
Editor’s Note: This one reminds a bit of William Carlos William's work. The narrative is interesting, and I also like the little bit of ars poetica here.