The Trumpan Women (A Tragedy with Haiku)

The Trumpan™ Women

[A Tragedy with Haiku]

 

Chorus: Like smoke blown to heaven on the wings of the wind, our country, our conquered country, perishes. Its palaces are overrun by the fierce flames and the murderous spear.

Euripides  The Trojan Women

 

Orange has almost no perfect rhymes. The only word in the 20-volume historical Oxford English Dictionary that rhymes with orange is sporange, a very rare alternative form of sporangium (a botanical term for a part of a fern or similar plant). 

 

Trumpan™ Chorus:          To everything there is a season

                                                 And there must surely be a reason

                                                 Nothing rhymes with orange — except sporange.

 

Melania™:   

What was I thinking?

I could have married the fat

Brazilian playboy.

 

Ivanka™:       

My shoes slip on and

Off as easily as my

New religious faith.

 

Tiffany™:    

I am Trump Bunch Jan —

Lost in Ivanka’s shadow.

I hate her. A lot.

 

Trumpan™ Chorus:        With acid-angry pock-marked skin

                                               Nothing looks good — not even the fruit

                                               In color ideal for a prison jumpsuit.

 

Melania™:

I gave up more than

I thought when I married him.

Missing my tear ducts.

 

Ivanka™:    

You can wear my shoes

Everywhere and anytime!

Unless you’re Muslim.

 

Tiffany™:    

In every pic

I’m always off to one side.

Like literally.

 

Trumpan™ Chorus:              He’s just like that kid in fifth grade

                                                    Who everybody was afraid

                                                    Would grow up to be an arsonist-serial-killer.

 

Melania™:    

I had the cheekbones.

He had the money. But now

All I want is out.

 

Ivanka™:      

My new line reflects

The American rainbow!

P.S. That means “white.”

 

Tiffany™:     

Alec Baldwin will play you

In the film made from my book.

Happy Father’s Day!

 

Trumpan™ Chorus:         There must surely be a reason

                                                If for everything there is a season

                                               Nothing rhymes with orange — except sporange.

 

© James W. Gaynor

Buy Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice in 61 Haikus (1,037 Syllables) here!

 

james-gaynor-book-jacket-author-photo-by-justin

 

James W. Gaynor, author of Everything Becomes a Poem (Nemeton Press), is a poet, artist, editor, and writer. A graduate of Kenyon College, he lived for years in Paris, where he taught a course on Emily Dickinson at the University of Paris, studied the development of the psychological novel in 17th century France, and worked as a translator.

 After returning to New York, Gaynor worked as an editor at Grosset & Dunlap, Cuisine magazine, Scriptwriter News and Forbes Publications. His articles, book reviews, poems and essays have appeared in The New York Observer, OTVmagazine.com, The Gay and Lesbian Review Worldwide, and Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.

 As #HaikuJim, Gaynor publishes a daily haiku drawn from current newspaper headlines and is the creator of Can You Haiku? — a corporate communications workshop based on using 17th-Century Japanese poetry techniques to improve effective use of today’s digital platforms. Gaynor recently retired as the Global Verbal Identity Leader for Ernst & Young LLP.

A silver medalist in the 1994 Gay Games (Racewalking), Gaynor’s found-object sculpture has been exhibited internationally. He is a member of the Advisory Board of New York’s The Creative Center at University Settlement, a nonprofit organization dedicated to bringing the creative arts to people with cancer and chronic illnesses. (http://www.thecreativecenter.org/tcc/)

Gaynor lives in New York City with his canine companion, Emily Dickinson Gaynor, and the cat who oversees their entwined lives, Gerard Manley Hopkins Gaynor.

jameswgaynor.com

 

 

 

12 thoughts on “The Trumpan Women (A Tragedy with Haiku)

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