Poetry Connection: Meet Lynne Thompson, Los Angeles Poet Laureate Emerita 

Closing Out Black History Month with Special Poems From a Fellow Laureate and Friend

From left, Sojourner Kincaid Rolle, Melinda Palacio, and Lynne Thompson at one of their many poetry readings together. | Photo: Courtesy

Thu Feb 29, 2024 | 10:36am

A poetry connection I’ve made over the years is with Lynne Thompson, the 2021-2022 Poet Laureate for Los Angeles. I have had the pleasure of reading with Lynne over the past 15 years. When she would come to Santa Barbara, we had a tradition of taking a photo with Santa Barbara Poet Laureate Emerita Sojourner Kincaid Rolle, our mutual poet friend and colleague who passed away last year. 

Lynne is the daughter of Caribbean immigrants. So, to close Black History Month, and with permission from the poet, I’d like to share some of Lynne Thompson’s poems here. Her lush poems are playful, sexy, and thought-provoking. Of Lynne’s poetry, Natasha Trethewey says, “Thompson is a poet who revels in language.” Do you have a favorite Lynne Thompson poem? Don’t forget to share your poems for possible publication in the Independent at poetry@independent.com. 

START WITH A SMALL GUITAR

by Lynne Thompson

(previously published in Start with a Small Guitar, What Books Press 2013)

although you already know:  this was never a real guitar.
What you hear is the melody once resident inside you
and you know this too:  it’s only my silhouette you see
dancing, dancing.  Step into this splendid suggestion or
flotsam.  Then are those my eyes, filling, or yours?

or        start again with a small guitar

Of course, you already know:  this was never a real guitar.
But here are all of my fingers longing to coax its duende.
What you hear is the melody once resident inside you as it escapes, suddenly, and I am there just in time to pluck it

From the innocent air & slip it around my wrist like a cuff.
You must know this too:  it’s only my silhouette you see
Dancing, dancing.  Step into it:  this splendid suggestion,
this flotsam.  Then, are those my eyes, filling?   Yours?

I ASK THE MALAGASY

by Lynne Thompson

(from Beg No Pardon, Perugia Press 2007)

Where are my ancestors buried?
In the feathers of a yellow bird.

How do you remember me?
As seven wishes.

Where will I find the shape-changers’ magic?
In fields of hydrangea.

Who teaches your tantara?
A fox behind closed doors.

Where are your elephant birds?
In ruby and absinthe afternoons.

And where is the sawfish beak?
In the dayshine of trees.

How deep is your river Betsiboka?
Twelve earthquakes deep.

What time did your soil turn red?
When calves bent their knees . . . . .

ELEGY FOR THE RED DRESS

by Lynne Thompson

(from Beg No Pardon, Perugia Press 2007)

Good morning, Red Dress,
double strand of pearls, faded rose
perfume clinging to the bodice,
the slip, the silk of the sleeve;
molten to my hips, my breasts,
the drum of my heart, hem
softly pleated to a permanent party.

Hello and hey there, Red Dress—
heavy with seat
of Love Wants to Dance.  Scented
with hopes of Shy Man, Bold Man,
Begged-to-take-you-home Man.
Still crumply down the back
From the hanker in their hands.

BALLAD FOR YESTERDAYS

by Lynne Thompson

(from Beg No Pardon, Perugia Press 2007)

Buzzing like a hawk over high
Cotton — in a trance — I saw you

where human lust is electrical, all
gyration and heartbreak, a July’d

moon and sun. Drowsy with beauty,
we spooned in sweet, fallow fields so

which of us is more mad?   (Or is this
melancholy just a corn cob dipped

in red roux?)  Still, we were lovebirds.
Perhaps we invented our own jazz;

Sweets, we were mornings’ glitter.
And yes, there were afternoons of scat,

of bee-bop.  But there is no loving that
won’t splinter from itself and we know

time is just a honey dripper. Yet, I’m all
dreams and hunger all these years later.

Upcoming Poetry Events:

March 7: Poetry by Teddy Macker at Wylde Works (609 State St.), 8 p.m.

March 13: Blue Whale Reading Series, Chapel Unity of Santa Barbara (227 E. Arrellaga St.), 5:30-7 p.m. Poets Gudrun Bortman and Cammy Thomas featured, followed by an open mic. Suggested donation $5. Hosts Laure-Anne Bosselaar and Christine Kravetz.

March 22-24: Ventura County Poetry Festival. Details TBA.

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