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Ghost WardEditor's Note: Christine Stoddard and Christine Skelly (yeah, that's Christine squared) are working on an illustrated poetry collection called Ladies of Lore. You might've read some of the poems here on QuailBellMagazine.com since many of them were featured in Photo Tales, but others are brand new! Here's the poem Christine Skelly's most recently illustrated. And we'll be posting info on the forthcoming book soon(ish). At the age of twenty and one,
Eudora shed hot tears over the loss of her father, a Virginian lawyer with lady's hands. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora stumbled to her father's funeral; no one else observed the termination of his years. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora cursed the absence of her peers, howering magnolias over her father's mudded grave. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora told herself not to worry dear, for soon she'd have a protector who'd marry her off. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora coughed up her fears and boarded a black coach for her uncle's Georgian plantation. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora knocked upon a white mansion door, thinking it queer that nobody answered. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora knocked upon the door of the servants' quarters, imagining them huddled over beer. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora, near hopelessness, curled up on a set of plain wooden steps like an urchin in the cold. At the age of twenty and one, Eudora became the ward of a ghost, a single woman enduring jeers in a world of wedded ones. CommentsComments are closed.
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