Chivaree | Ilona Martonfi

Back when we married pregnant,
a chivaree for us that night

effigy draped with a white shirt
a carnivalesque mob

young people of the village
here they blackened faces with soot
waited quiet on the road

Lady of Hungary Parish elopement

we didn’t give a wedding dance
didn’t invite family and friends

in our nuptial clothes
their jokes, jeers:

“Puttana ungherese!”
sister-in-law says

Hungarian whore!

Braying of horns

rattles, knockers, clappers,
whooping and drumming

biscotti and cider
set out in old copper washtub

money for the tavern.

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Ilona Martonfi lives in Montreal, Canada. Author of two poetry books, Blue Poppy, (Coracle 2009.) Black Grass, (Broken Rules 2012). Forthcoming, The Snow Kimono (Inanna, 2015).

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