Shining Rock Poetry Anthology

"Everybody Made Soups," by Lisa Coffman


After it all, the events of the holidays,

the dinner tables passing like great ships,

everybody made soups for a while.

Cooked and cooked until the broth kept

the story of the onion, the weeping meat.

It was over, the year was spent, the new one

had yet to make its demands on us,

each day lay in the dark like a folded letter.

Then out of it all we made one final thing

out of the bounty that had not always filled us,

out of the ruined cathedral carcass of the turkey,

the limp celery chopped back into plenty,

the fish head, the spine. Out of the rejected,

the passed over, never the object of love.

It was as if all the pageantry had been for this:

the quiet after, the simmered light,

the soothing shapes our mouths made as we tasted.


Lisa Coffman has received fellowships for her poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Pew Charitable Trusts, and the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts.    She is the author of  two books, Likely and Less Obvious Gods. 

Reprinted with permission from Iris Press.

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