Part 1 (1/2)

Gossip.

by Mona Gould.

Foreward

The two Monas, whose joint name has confused Gossip readers these long years, have finally come out on the Canadian scene as the two distinct people they are - Mona Gould, the poet, whose verse has charmed and intrigued, and Mona Clark, the editor, who brought this verse to Gossip's pages.

The two Monas hope that this collection has all the poems you have liked best.

Sincerely, Mona Clark Mona Gould

Apple Orchard

White as popcorn, was the tree And underneath it on the lea A little goat looked up at me.

Bright and wicked was his glance In that orchard's sweet expanse In a mocking sort of dance Moved his hooves.

He was Pan, and he was Spring With a sudden saucy spring Off he flew . . .

Just a shadow in the air . . .

Was he really ever there?

For all Ear-Pinners

There are some people Who delight In pinning people's ears Back tight.

I'd love to be on hand That day When things work out The other way!

To Snow ... or Not to Snow!

Feather down soft deep snow Feather down . . . I implore you.

The part of me that's Poet Simply adores you!

The part of me that's ”working girl”

Equally abhors you!

Snow is like thistledown Filigree-ing trees: But waiting for street cars . . .