Good golly miss Molly
Did you marry a man with a miner’s lamp and
Didn’t you know that the marriage bed came sprinkled with
Soot? Did he blind you
With a title, then tempt you with a butty?
How long did you keep that aspidistra flying?
Through the childbirth and the child death
And the end of the piano music
Spinning lace while your son
Learnt to spin a story.
(And how were your hands
After all that washing? )
When will you hold court
With the scientists and the academics and writers?
(C) Rebecca Deans 2016
In my ignorance (of which I have plenty), I enjoyed the poem, but I felt something was lacking. After I’d googled Lydia Lawrence, I realised the lack was in my knowledge, and the next read through made much more sense.
Am I right in thinking you’re getting into a writing groove?
Yes, Graeme. I am thinking about finishing my first novel, which I started in 1999ish. No idea how long it is as wrote it on a word processor but have a hard copy.
You’ll probably get a lot out of re-typing it. Go for it!
I Have found my notes and everything. Just need some time or a grant lol.
I like this: playful … Thanks for sharing.
I like this: very playful. Thanks for sharing.