Friday, January 20, 2012

Wordle 40

From The Sunday Whirl, Brenda's wordle words:
ashen, knack, scald, sisters, crush, instinct,
story, scatter, urges, shards, charm, whispering

They were both Missus Bloom,
the story goes,
his wife and his sister,
an unlikely little family,
living side by side
in the big brick house
across the street,
long after the man who brought
them together passed away.

There was whispering at first,
how they'd never get along,
two women in the same house
is seldom easy. But one had
a knack for cooking, the other
an instinct for cleaning and so
they settled into a routine.

When our first baby was
born they sent over
a tiny yellow sweater
and bonnet, the pattern
intricate, charmingly
trimmed with satin ribbons
but I never knew which
of them had made it.

The years passed
they sold the house,
moved to a small apartment.
Then we heard of the tragedy,
the sister, kind and gentle spirit,
killed crossing a street.
The wife died shortly after, heart
broken, she'd lost her best friend.


Process Notes:
I really struggled with these words. Then I decided to focus on the word sisters, and remembered this true story.

11 comments:

flaubert said...

A true story, Marianne? How very sad. I am glad you persevered with the words. This has a very gentle tone to it.

Pamela

Laurie Kolp said...

That's so sad. We used to have two brothers living next door, one of which was a drug addict. He was hit by a car one night, but bounced back up. So glad they don't live there anymore.

irene said...

I've always suspected that women must learn to love and recognise the other. Thanks for sharing the true story, Marianne.

Cheryl said...

It's a wonderful story, beautifully told.

pseu said...

This has a god flow and story which works so well with the words in the challenge.

brenda w said...

This is a wonderful true story...sad, but the joy of finding each other and having that time underscores life. We all need "sisters." Well done, Marianne.

annell4 said...

A wonderful story!

Katie said...

I am that baby that the yellow sweater was for! What a lovely poem, Mom.

barbara said...

Well told, M.
Reminding me that my life is full of such glancing interactions. I'd be exasperated when a novelist was so skimpy.

cathy said...

Interesting storyline. You did a very good putting into a poem

pmwanken said...

Marianne, this is a lovely recounting of a true story through the use of wordle words...nicely done.

~Paula