When Scarsdale failed,
she resorted to corsets,
and girdles – trussed up
like a teabag –
sucked in her bits,
hair a touch too red,
nails forever chipping –
Dad’s disapproval a sour note –
watched as Mom steeped
in resentment, waited
for the boiling point.
(This quadrille is written for dVerse, hosted tonight by Mish, with the topic of steep. I am also linking up to Ragtag Community – note; and Fandango’s – resort.)
You built the setting and connected to the emotional tenor so skillfully, the detailed preparations and descriptions, you never quite know when it will boil, I Am sorry she had to deal with this in silence for so long, a loving tribute to her in a way if I am not mistaken, thank you for this powerful piece about “peace” VJ.
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Thanks Lona. I marvel at my mother’s ability to keep going
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Strength is inspiring.
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Passive aggressive. The only way women were/are allowed to show anger. Steeping is just the right word. (K)
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So true – especially in those times. Thanks.
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I love this. Great description of a specific time and alluding to some of the constraints/restraints on 70s woman/motherhood.
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Thanks Nora.
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I love the word choice steep. I grew up with under a person that steeped in anger and spite. Watching what it did to her, I chose to steep in love and kindness as an adult.
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I commend you, as i know the road to a higher path is not always easy.
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Thank you and No it isn’t but once you shed the baggage that never belonged to you in the first place, life gets so much better.
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Oh yes, the Scarsdale Diet. Sounds like there may have been some words exchanged from the tone of your poem. This was a potent poem VJ…
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Thanks Rob. It was tense, lol.
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I think your father should have received a bit of that anger earlier… and remember that the writer of the book on the Scarsdale murder was murdered by his mistress… so it’s good to be careful
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I wondered if anyone would recognize that link! Father was vey intimidating. It took her many years until one day she threw a plate at him, dinner and all, lol.
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I forgot to ask….did you paint the above image?
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No. It’s digital art – a photograph that I altered.
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Very nice!
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Thanks
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How resentment can truly steep….like an entity of it’s own. As women, we are so hard on ourselves….but we shouldn’t wonder why. Sometimes it’s obvious.Love all the tea references.
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Thanks Mish.
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I saw teabags steeping in this, until the tea is too bitter to be drunk.
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good one!
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🙂
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Ah .. us women are the dynamic and emotional types ❤️ it’s like they say “don’t play with fire.” 😉 Brilliant use of steep, V.J! ❤️
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Thank you.
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I like how you carry the tea images through this. Steeped in resentment is a wonderful use of the prompt. They sound so unhappy.
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They stuck together for over forty years and when he died, she said to me: “That was never about love, was it?”
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Oh gosh–that is so sad. I’m sorry. That must have been difficult for you, too.
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It was difficult for all of us involved. Such is life.
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your lovely photo is reminiscent of Arts and Crafts wallpaper designed by William Morris
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Thanks – just me mucking about
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Good one V.J…… In every boiling teapot, there’s leftover dirty tea-leaves
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For certain, lol
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evocative
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Thank you
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Great write V.J.
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🙏😘
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“trussed up like a teabag”..that’s a great image…reminds my of my Aunt Pansy who used to hang up teabags on a line to reuse.
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Hahaha- what an image
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Nice description in those last lines with resentment and the boiling point.
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Thanks Frank.
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Oh that was fun! What a great way to use Steep! 🙂
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Thanks Christine.
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I can remember my mom saying “simmer down” all too often. It has kept me from boiling over many times. Nice quadrille.
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Thanks, Mary. Anger was not looked at as “ladylike” – not the healthiest approach.
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It is tough being a woman, especially depending on the era
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Yes, it sure was. She was totally dependent on him.
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Perfectly showing how anger can simmer and reach saturation. Brilliant use of steep V. J
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Thanks, Gina. Mom was in her mid 60’s before her temper boiled over, lol.
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Took much less to get my mum hot!
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Would have been healthier if Mom did lose it more, I’m sure. She suppressed everything.
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You are right. Rather than it exploding one fine day
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Yes – although we all applauded when she did, lol.
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