I'm a dignified southern lady. If I lived back in the days of the "War of Northern Aggression" I would've been a spy... ladling out the punch and collecting information. I'd probably also be hanging at the end of a hangman's noose or eloping with some Reb...Yank or foreigner.
Who knows but the recollections come to visit in my dreams.
Susan*
Punch Bowl Mistress
Hello Punch Bowl Mistress, With your ease of ladled smiles Heart now standing open... Just waiting in the aisles Flowered corsage'd lady Where did your lover go Why are you alone tonight Watching others flow Take out that open dance card Then find a way to start Never lose your patience Dance on out for hearts Your Romeo is bleeding... He's scared and must pretend He hurts too much to let her go... Much less to just begin His absence is a hint now To turn and let him leave He tries but he's impatient... While you still believe His heart screams this favor He never asked for pain He spoke of distant pleasures... Some future... all fair game Sweet mistress of the punch bowl With your educated heart Your clouded eyes are blue now... Much bluer in your heart
I'll be going to New Orleans soon, sort of like Savannah on speed. Many cultured ladies. Many punch bowls too. Hope you or your spirit will be at one of them.
Susan, in our dreams and imagination, we can be anyone we choose to be. This journey of yours indeed rings true and give one the sense of reality. I want to be a dreamer true. So maybe tonight I will dream of my Southern belle and a mint julip? Lovely poem. Bill
P.S. I wonder who my Southern Belle will be dreaming of? Me I hope.
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P.S. I wonder who my Southern Belle will be dreaming of? Me I hope.