The Grandmother

she doesn’t know what happened to the life she planned and hoped for

but somewhere on the route she lost her way

somewhere, over time, years voided girlhood and her reasons

while she watched and waited for those better days

those halcyon of yore that she was promised

by the fairy tales she’d heard and read, imbibed

where the prince is true and saves deserving maiden

and the perfect ending meets the perfect bride

instead she is the tarnished, disillusioned

more imprisoned now than then and saviours few

passed her way or loitered with intention

she was trapped inside and still the briars grew

confined inside a castle of contention

sojourner in a land that sees unveiled

every yarn that once began with once upon

nullifying happy ever after tales

a cinderella always, now grandmother

no fairy guardian to relieve the mess

pumpkins flourished, rats were rats and lizards reclined

there was no transformation, no new dress

surrogate to another willing victim

still the stories spun like threaded silk to bind

while she wondered what had happened, where salvation

where relief for careworn, worried mind

she fretted now and quite forgot to hope for

a future since her past had cast its spell

as she meditated where had all that time gone

then promises no more fables will she tell

she’ll let the child run ragged, even barefoot

oblivious to vows and promises that fail

she’s the mother of the son of errant daughter

and the child, though wild, is carefree, this tale tells

Quietly Departed

Maureen o'hara quiet man John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara in ‘The Quiet Man’

Technicolor dimmed today

flame, temporarily, extinguished

as titian hair and fiery eyes

 bowed, quietly, out

may the wind carry you 

once more, mavourneen,

to rise again

free in fields of emerald fire

your light

to live forever

I was saddened to learn earlier this evening of the passing of Maureen O’Hara. I had been chatting about her recently with Cole, in comments, when we each discovered a mutual admiration for this fine actress who embodied strength in the roles she played. Aged 95, she had, as the saying goes, ‘a good innings’ but I know, from my own experience, that the loss of a loved one takes no account of their age. My condolences to her family. She will be missed by them even while she lives on for the rest of us in film and was rightly crowned ‘the Queen of Technicolor’.