A flamfoo from the get-go, my great gran
primped and simpered, scribbled patience, plans
to edify descendants. Wordsmith, banned
by gender, class, marriage–I understand
her devious ways, her slyness enforced
by disregard as a matter of course.
Another pretty woman past consigned
to mirror play. Diaries unlocked by night
reveal her plight. Letters unsent, unsigned
and poems layered, untold riches mined
and polished. Almost thrown away. Today
she’s found. My heart echoes her gentle sway.
Inspired by: Wordsmith, Patience, Edify and Flamfoo. Featured image is my great grandmother Olive Veleda May, her name itself a poem, one of the strongest women I’ve ever known, who conquered unbearable grief with love and poise and poetry.