Ivy Turned Weed: Poetry by Linda McCauley Freeman

By Linda McCauley Freeman


Ivy Does Not Fall, But Clings

The mason unclamps a cigar
from his mouth, expels a cloud
that makes me cough as he points
to the ivy that skirts up
our brick chimney, one reason
we bought this storybook
house so long ago, and says
it must go, vines
weaken mortar, suffocate
even the nearby tree, living things,
and I wonder again
when, how, why
our storybook turned,
our ivy turned weed.

Linda McCauley Freeman has an MFA in Writing and Literature from Bennington College. For five years, she was the poet-in-residence for the Putnam County Arts Council.  Her work has been published in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Chronogram and, most recently, the Nancy Drew Anthology by Silver Birch Press.  She writes the Holistic Guinea Pig column for the Poughkeepsie Journal and Living & Being Magazine, and is a freelance writer for Hudson Valley Parent. She is a three-time winner of the Talespinners Short Story contest, for which she was named the “Hemingway of the Hudson Valley”.  After three consecutive wins, she served as a judge alongside Simon & Schuster editor Michael Korda and children’s book author Da Chen.  She is currently working on a novel.

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