So went the Wind
We clamored over one another
in hopes of seeing the face of him
more incredible than any other man
through the hallowed halls
of our all girls high school.
The things I saw gave me pause
at the ways of “good Catholic” rearing.
Skirts’ hems climbed the thighs
of nubile, hormone-gorged adolescent girls.
Suggestions at him, in gestures and unheard whispers
elicited blushes and frustrated discombobulation.
Even daily was not so bad
as the true frequency of it all.
I only witnessed moments in a day.
But legend had it that the assailants acted
continually daily almost in relay
and regardless of nuns’ admonitions.
So went the wind, as if in a season.
I looked up one day and the beauty
was no longer among us.
His good-bye to us came in a polite letter
which I dismissed
and knew his girls were grateful for,
as it said nothing of the true pressures or full names
that dispatched this almost-priest so hastily.
©2009 Shari Lynne Smothers
This is my climbing poem for prompt 069 at Poetic Asides. I’m not sure what made me recall this episode. It’s actually the first time I saw that sexual pressure can affect a person. And I’m still amazed at the story, and still feel an odd empathy for the girls and the young brother; so it still matters—even though my high school days happened a century ago.









