Tuesday, January 18, 2011

layers


i.

tragedy visited here
acceptance did not follow
cut they did her birthright, her hair
yet, she skated in memory
of its bloom
while the ice slowly melted
and life took exit
of the room

ii.

she took a pen name
and po box in a neighboring town
"your Mr. Carroll has many fans," said the postmaster
"and you?"  he added..
"i am just his secretary," she replied

"and your name madame secretary?"

"sir, my name bears no significance."


iii.

her passions were
canopied beneath petticoats
and proper performance, held
to private viewing
only within the mirrors of modesty
and girlish
self-discovery


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Posted for Magpie Tales

19 comments:

  1. This is lovely, I love the skating metaphors and the flirtations of self and discovering the requirements of society!

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  2. thank you Ellen....blessings and thanks for the follow...bkm

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  3. she sounds quite the character...and perhaps created a few in her writing...

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  4. hmmm am wondering if there's an Alice reference in there somewhere, or something more Russian...regardless, the poem lives up to the title, with ruffled layers of identity and discovery.

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  5. no Alice here Hedge...more Russian yes(my slavic maiden name is showing) three sisters, three lives, layered within a pasted time....thank you...bkm

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  6. bkm,
    three alike in their differences....
    rel

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  7. Barbara, I think this is one of your best poems yet. Great drama and atmosphere, powerful yet soft, thoughtful layout.

    Fancy submitting some poems to Catapult to Mars?

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  8. Dear Barbara: Great flow and the unravelling of this "person non grata" by way of societal "norms". I particularly love

    "her passions were
    canopied beneath petticoats
    and proper performance,"

    Feel a lot of steam heat coming from underneath those never seen by society "petticoats". For this reason this poem gets a HoT rating!Creative +++!!!

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  9. What a lovely, delicate and haunting poem!
    I have been trying to figure out 'who'?

    But it covers more than just one culture....and time.

    It's a lovely, haunting piece of work, and the delicacy is still enticing.

    Yes, beautifully layered.

    Lady Nyo

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  10. Barbara,

    I like this unassuming lady with a life 'inside'.

    I'm just the reader of her biographer's peek at her. Very much an audience to her stage presence.

    TFool

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  11. i wonder who you write about... this was a difficult time for women and your poem captures this so well

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  12. each life had the same beginnings yet very different endings it seems...this was like three magnificent flash fictions, I enjoyed them a lot.

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  13. in the picture
    the dead keeping perfectly still
    in your words
    so alive

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  14. three unique women reflecting those times of
    hidden desires...well done

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  15. I like the way you explored them as individuals - one of the most interesting interpretations I've seen.

    Kat

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  16. thank you everyone....I saw these three women as individual layers or as layers of one soul...blessings...bkm

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  17. Love the layers in this one Bkm....amazing as always! :-)

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  18. SO you're a historian, a feminist, AND a poet. I'm never going to be able to leave this blog...lol...
    I've subscribed.
    Just my cup of tea.

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  19. thank you Heather...you have made my evening and thank you for reading some for the older pieces...you are welcome here anytime for poetry or tea....blessings..bkm

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