357th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 357th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Today’s poem is from Marie Ponsot, read by Kurt Milberger:

Among Women

What women wander?
Not many. All. A few.
Most would, now & then,
& no wonder.
Some, and I’m one,
Wander sitting still.
My small grandmother
Bought from every peddler
Less for the ribbons and lace
Than for their scent
Of sleep where you will,
Walk out when you want, choose
Your bread and your company.

She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

She looked fragile but had
High blood, runner’s ankles,
Could endure, endure.
She loved her rooted garden, her
Grand children, her once
Wild once young man.
Women wander
As best they can.

What do you think?



  1. Anna (Diary of an Eccentric) says

    Thanks for introducing me to a new poet!

  2. Marie Ponsot has become a new favorite for me. I’m really enjoying her poetry online.

  3. Beth Hoffman says

    Fabulous line: She warned me, “Have nothing to lose.”

  4. I love the phrase “her once wild once young man” This poem reminds me of one of my favorite quotations from the novel The Moviegoer: “Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion.”

  5. I like this very much. The concept of wandering sitting still, the scent of the peddler’s wares, the grandmother who endures, endures. The unexpected rhymes.

  6. I like it! Sort of like a lighter version of When You Are Old by Yeats…