The Termagant and the Task Force

By on Sep 26, 2020 in Poetry

Angry woman on village street

She stood at six-foot-four,
a miracle, a freak.
Most any wooden floor
she walked upon would creak.
No window, porch, or door
was safe from her physique.

When she stomped into town,
petunias would wilt
and greenery would brown
and pails of milk be spilt,
and weaker walls fall down
and have to be rebuilt.

One by one, in her wake
new houses rose, improved
to withstand such a shake.
And some thought it behooved
them all to let her quake;
but most were still unmoved.

A Task Force was assigned
to meet her face to face
and ask her if she’d mind
staying at her own place,
but she was not inclined
to shoulder such disgrace.

YOU MEASLY LITTLE MEN!
YOU FEEBLE, PUISNY ANTS!
She yelled at them, and then
she kicked two in the pants.
THE DAY I’LL DO THAT’S WHEN
PRINCE CHARMING COMES TO DANCE.

Then suddenly they knew,
as one brave nursed his fan:
Like any untamed shrew,
her problem was — no man.
The Task Force thought things through
and came up with a plan:

They searched far, high and low,
for some brave knight to charm her.
One, six-foot-six or so
but trembling in his armor,
said resolutely NO!—
and then became a farmer.

Would she never be a wife
and know connubial bliss,
but have to live her life
forevermore a Miss
and keep on causing strife
for want of one true kiss?

As year piled onto year
and course trailed after course
at last it became clear
no knight on a white horse
was going to appear
to satisfy the Force.

For in this modern age
much new had come to pass:
and Time had turned the page
from chivalrous to crass.
No longer did youths wage
their fortunes on a lass

in hopes that a true male
could make a lady fair
as in a fairy tale
and former ways, forswear.
They sought no holy grail,
nor damsel in despair.

Up and down the coast
the Task Force searched and panned.
One morning they almost
decided to disband.
Then, in their home town’s Post,
they read that their homeland

had suffered the attack
of a great hurricane
and lay in ruin and wrack
and neighbors had been slain.
They had to hurry back;
priorities were plain.

The Force saw, far and near,
destruction was widespread.
The farmers’ fields were sere
and rivers had turned red.
They shed many a tear
for many others dead.

Where the next village should
have been lay nothing but
torn shards and scraps of wood
clogging up rill and rut:
nary a building stood,
nor office tower nor hut.

Their home town, however,
had been spared from the worst,
its buildings more secure,
recently reinforced.
And they owed it all to her,
whom they had scorned and cursed!

To other nearby lands
beset by far more grief
than joy, our town lent hands
to aid in the relief.
They formed Good Neighbor bands.
Our Termagant was chief.

She had them clear the rubble
that had been tempest-tossed
and go to extra trouble
(of course at half the cost)
to erect the new walls double
so as not to be lost

again. That misanthrope,
by working tirelessly,
reinforced folks with hope
(as much as hope could be,
considering the scope
of the catastrophe).

Our grateful village gave
the Termagant her pick
of men—now, willing—save
the married, old, and sick.
Alas, though, she would have
not one of them — not Dick

or Tom or Harry—none! —
but shouted, red and sore,
IS THAT THE SORT OF FUN
YOU THINK YOU’LL USE ME FOR?
She cursed them, every one,
and slammed her cottage door.

She was as she’d begun:
our Termagant once more.

About

James B. Nicola is a frequent contributor to Wild Violet. His six full-length collections are Manhattan Plaza (2014), Stage to Page (2016), Wind in the Cave (2017), Out of Nothing: Poems of Art and Artists (2018), Quickening: Poems from Before and Beyond (2019), and Fires of Heaven: Poems of Faith and Sense (2021). His decades of working in the theater as a stage director, composer, lyricist, playwright, and acting teacher culminated in the nonfiction book Playing the Audience: The Practical Guide to Live Performance, which won a Choice award. A Yale grad, he hosts the Hell's Kitchen International Writers' Roundtable at his library branch in Manhattan: walk-ins welcome. Website: <a href="James B. Nicola is a frequent contributor to Wild Violet. His six full-length collections are Manhattan Plaza (2014), Stage to Page (2016), Wind in the Cave (2017), Out of Nothing: Poems of Art and Artists (2018), Quickening: Poems from Before and Beyond (2019), and Fires of Heaven: Poems of Faith and Sense (2021). His decades of working in the theater as a stage director, composer, lyricist, playwright, and acting teacher culminated in the nonfiction book Playing the Audience: The Practical Guide to Live Performance, which won a Choice award. A Yale grad, he hosts the Hell's Kitchen International Writers' Roundtable at his library branch in Manhattan: walk-ins welcome. sites.google.com/site/jamesbnicola