Vanity Flare

By Wendy Videlock b. 1961 Wendy Videlock
Don’t get me wrong: I know   
that knowledge is power,   
that mystery’s water,   
that hunger makes   
a gargantuan   
and yes, I’ve drunk   
of the river Lethe,   
from the breath of the Celts,   
from the echo of   
the bugling elk,   

and yet,   

here I be,   
small and twee,   
all liquored up   
on song and love,   
hard as rails   
and light as air,   
expecting the heavens   
to throw down a flare,   
to send in the clowns,   
to burn a bush,   
strike up the sea,   

that might mean   
those cloudy bastards   
have noticed me.

Source: Poetry (February 2009).


This poem originally appeared in the February 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

February 2009
 Wendy  Videlock


Wendy Videlock is the author of the chapbook What’s That Supposed to Mean (2010) and the full-length collections The Dark Gnu and Other Poems 7 (2013) and Nevertheless (2011). Known for poems that evoke myth, fairy tale, and the natural world, Videlock has also received praise for her deft command of meter. In an interview with the Colorado Poets Center, Videlock noted that, for her “the iamb is really just another of the many . . .

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SUBJECT Religion, Faith & Doubt

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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