for Miz Quickly: 11 June

In the style of “Spoon River Anthology” by Edgar Lee Masters

Corinna Rosetti

I was born on a breeze –
cleaned, polished as bright pink

as roses growing fragrant, petals
drifting like stars across the sky,

and I loved the night. I’d stare out
like a moon leaning over the lake.

I lived in a house with a red door,
except when the baby died, then

it was painted black. Life is such
as sticky dance. My heart froze

over when snow fell that year.
I only wanted to go into utter

dark, where timeless things are.
I always wore black. I was well

suited to mourning. To sink. Deep.
Chronically black. A black buzzard.

My eternity is forever frozen, now
the door is painted black for me.

 
  

Image Self-Portrait by Romaine Brooks

  
 
4b’s Just a Little More Thursday
and dVerse ©️ Misky 2020

I remind readers that I rarely “do”
autobiographical. These are fictional
pieces inspired by writing prompts.

32 responses to “for Miz Quickly: 11 June”

  1. Excellent, you do the picture justice. (I love “Spoon River Anthology” )

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  2. Fine. You do both the painting and Masters proud.

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    1. I’m delighted.

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      1. Don’t you love it when a poem just pours out of you? They are often some of my best. This one is wonderful!

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        1. Thank you! I wish they all came about so easily.

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  3. I like the presentation using the red door being painted black.

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    1. The black door is an old tradition on the island where my husband comes from.

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  4. Lovely. I particularly like the colour changes – pink to red to black – very visual.

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  5. I haven’t come across by Edgar Lee Masters or his Spoon River Anthology before, so thanks for pointing me in their direction – I’ve downloaded the Kindle edition, which I will read tomorrow afternoon. I like the reference to The Rolling Stones in the red door painted black, and the phrase ‘Life is such a sticky dance’ – it is! I especially love these lines, which remind me a bit of me, as I usually wear black:
    ‘I always wore black. I was well
    suited to mourning. To sink. Deep.
    Chronically black. A black buzzard.’

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    1. I hope you like Spoon River Anthology. It’s completely unique. If you want to read something interesting, the woman’s image at the bottom of the poem is Romaine Brooks. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romaine_Brooks

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      1. Thank you, Misky, I’ll go over and have a look.

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  6. I love this.. and the sorrow with the red door being painted black is so strong. The voice is still so matte-rof-factly

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    1. I’ve often thought that those who pass-on find everything previous very unimportant and matter-of-fact. They might feel sympathy but probably not empathy.

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  7. Such a moving recount of descent into despair and sorrow. So fitting for the photo.

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    1. Thank you very much.

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  8. I loved this poem – an excellent write with lines like this
    “Life is such
    as sticky dance. My heart froze

    over when snow fell that year.”

    love the colour and mood changes

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    1. Thank you, Laura.

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  9. The couplets are very effective, giving us a distinctive sense of place. I liked the line “I wanted to go into utter dark, where timeless things are.”

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  10. A very beautiful character study.

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  11. Beautifully written specially the ending couplet. I appreciate the backgrounder of the black door.

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  12. Well done! I am always amazed at how circumstances in life can change our whole perspective … sometimes forever.

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  13. It is always hard when death arrives to take the colors from our world.
    You did honor the image.

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  14. I love Spoon River Poems – I’ve noticed when we do them in my poetry group the quality of everyone’s poems takes a little leap. Maybe because actually speaking as another person allows a freer flow of imagination. The immediacy doesn’t allow as much distance or abstraction. I actually was interested in this person and wished I could have known her, cared about her loss and felt her grief. Very nice writing. That picture by Romaine Brooks is one of my favorites- it hangs in the National Portrait Gallery in Washington DC and I’ve seen it several times. I find it very haunting and the poem suits it well.

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    1. One day, I’d like to see that painting. I’m absolutely mesmerised by Romaine Brooks and her own backstory. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this piece, Christine, and thanks for your comment.

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  15. …. relieved this is not autobiographical. A beautifully haunting write.

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  16. This is absolutely phenomenal writing, Misky! 💝 I love the progression and use of colour in this one 🙂

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  17. Black can take over our lives. (K)

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