She’s papering the walls
pondering former rooms
unmarked by her presence
Patterns alternate,
she thinks
then prays
will harmonize
She doesn’t need much –
a forever mantra —
a bed, a chair for reading…
Contentment, she tells herself,
the sufficiency of simplicity –
A side table, a lamp
a few drawers
A well-practiced diminishment
When did invisibility become her norm?
Sewing herself into the fabric of life
Always adapting to the flow
A stab of anger, or is it sorrow
These four walls her final stop
If she is to make a statement
raise her voice against conformity
the time is now
A slash of red, she decides
will rattle the monotony
render her relevant
At least this once.
(Sketch my own)
Your poem really moved me, VJ. I love the whole internal dialogue going on here. Especially these couplets:
“Contentment, she tells herself,
the sufficiency of simplicity –”
“A well-practiced diminishment
When did invisibility become her norm?
Sewing herself into the fabric of life
Always adapting to the flow”
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Thank you, Sunra
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I’m glad to see more voices about this subject. Women have relevance but have denied themselves that truth for various reasons. May the next generations continue to evolve into more of a matriarchy than a patriarchy. Good lines, VJ! Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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I sure hope so, Susi. Thanks
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You’re welcome!
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We keep doing it to ourselves over and over again. I am glad she’s decided to raise her voice.
That slash of red at the end is a terrific end, VJ. It can be interpreted either way in this so relevant and resonant verse.
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Thanks so much Punam. You get it.
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You are welcome, VJ. ❤️
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Such a wistful, yet hopeful, reflection on a later stage of life
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Thanks Derrick.
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“A well-practiced diminishment”–we are so used to it we barely notice it sometimes. But such a cost, both to ourselves and the world we live in. (K)
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Exactly, K. A woman’s dilemma
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This is such an evocative poem, VJ. ‘The slash of red’ had me worrying for the narrator. The loneliness and depression of the narrator is palpable.
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Thank you. Yes, the ending has more than one interpretation.
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Oof – the “sufficiency of simplicity”. Love that, VJ. Thank you so much. 💕
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I was moved by this poem. The slash of red is definitely in order.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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A very evocative poem VJ.
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Thank you
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You’re most welcome
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I love this Maggie. So rich in movement. So evocative. I walk through the rooms, feel the simplicity, acknowledge the anger and sorrow in following along, then, see me! with a slash of red. Powerful.
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Thanks so much.
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very striking lines. my favorites were “pondering other rooms” “contentment, she tells herself” & “renders her relevant” (my apologies if I didn’t get these verbatim I wasn’t able to comment & reread on the same page) really beautiful work VJ
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Thank you so much.
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“sewing herself into the fabric of life” – that’s exactly how it sometimes feels, not something I ever expected. I may have to go shopping for that red paint! I love this poem VJ, and your drawing.
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You’ve got it! Definitely yes on the red. Thanks.
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She is, all she will need, for her, sole, company. Comfortable, being, alone with her own, self.
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Yes!
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Your poem speaks to me….One of my favourite little books is Virginia Woolf’s – A Room of one’s own x
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Thanks Janet, and I agree, Woolf’s book created a resonance amongst women.
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