Day 14: The Mirror and the Palette

The Mirror and the Palette

I love lilies.
Mum hated them.

But that’s not why I love them, although there was that contrary friction between us from time to time.

I love them because
they smell like church.

Mum hated them because
they smell like church.

When Mum’s father passed away, Grandma filled the church with white lilies. The air smelled weightless, and just on the edge of fragrant. Mum cried through the whole funeral. No, actually, she howled

just like that abandoned dog
that sat at Co-Op for days,

I also howled like that when my father died. Maybe it’s something daughters are hardwired to do. Or not, my sister didn’t. She howled when Mum died.

My sister hates lilies, too.
But I love them.

But that’s not why I love them, although there is that contrary friction between us from time to time.


Written for GoDogGo Café. A Book called “The Mirror and the Palette” – Constraint: The title of a book is included in the title or the body of your poem. ©Misky 2022. Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday #GoDOGGoCafe  #GreatReadsPromptChallenge on Twitter.

12 responses to “Day 14: The Mirror and the Palette”

  1. Trust me, it’s not hardwired. I suspect my daughter will throw a party.

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    1. I’d like someone to throw a barbecue for me, although our family usually pops their clogs in the winter, so it might be a bit chilly. 😂

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      1. I barbequeued our christmas turkey one year. It was deliciously moist, I suspect because it was out in the atmosphere.

        It didn’t take a lot of effort, just going outside every half hour and sticking a thermometer in it.

        The year before, we’d had a power cut christmas day.

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        1. Does it take longer than in the oven? My nephew always barbecues their turkey, except for this year he deep-fried it. Apparently, according to my sister, it was delicious. I can’t image deep-frying a turkey!

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          1. It’s exactly the same. A barbeque is just an oven itself, after all. We had to get decent coal, but we used to use that anyway.

            No, the last time I had even KFC was many years ago and that was absolutely revolting, so I couldn’t imagine turkey being any better.

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  2. This fits so snugly with your new blog title. It’s a lovely, thoughtful post.

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    1. Thank you very much!

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      1. You are welcome (always).

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  3. My aunt had arum lilies at her wedding. They are elegant, throaty flowers and I’ve always had a soft spot for them since. I love this poem.

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    1. Thank you, Worms. I think lilies are so gorgeous and dramatic.

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  4. Ah, I am familiar with that ‘contrary friction’- love this.

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    1. Thank you. I’m delighted that you enjoyed reading it, Christine.

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