A sad tale in an ancient time (before women’s lib)
Once upon a time they
bundled her in pink,
tied ribbons in her hair,
taught her how to cross her legs,
taught her recipes,
never let her somersault,
took her frog away,
told her she was special.
Jill wondered why.
When they told her not to climb the hill,
told her hills were there for Jacks to climb,
told her she was not a Jack,
Jill thought she knew what special meant.
And when Jill put her dolls away,
burned her training bra,
uncurled her hair,
swore that she would climb the hill,
they laughed and sent her to a tinsel school
where Jill learned to be an ornament
to decorate Jack’s world.
But Jill would not forget the hill,
vowed to reach the top,
vowed to see the world that Jacks see
if only through the eyes of Jack,
but not just any Jack.
Jill knew that she must wait to find
Jack God.
Jill skilled herself in Jillian charms,
attracted many Jacks,
measured every Jack she met
by the weight of her submerged desire
to climb the hill that Jacks climb.
When at last Jill found her Jack,
the Jack she thought was right,
and when the pretty words were said,
the solemn music played,
the sacred union consummated,
Jill bound her ego in apron strings,
dreamed her dreams through window blinds,
watched Jack struggle up the hill.
And when Jack slipped Jill picked him up,
as Jills were trained to do,
and pushed him up the hill again.
But Jack lost interest in the climb,
as some Jacks sometimes did,
and when other Jacks passed him by,
he shrugged and walked away.
Jill’s empty days turned to years,
bleak mornings evenings nights the same,
as Jack ridiculed the other Jacks.
And Jack never seemed to notice when
Jill closed the window blinds.
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Especially liked the powerful lines:
Jill bound her ego in apron strings,
dreamed her dreams through window blinds,
and the repitition at the end,
And Jack never seemed to notice when
Jill closed the window blinds.
- David
Love,
Chanti Lace xoxo
In Spirit,
Bear
Love,
Eileen
In time to come, and indeed now, this could well stand as the standard text for all relationships, the vital life lesson; here the fairytale is exploded, the dreams and aspirations questioned, and all in a language subtle and poignant below the surface meaning, every Jack measured by the "weight of her submerged desire" (wonderful!) and ego bound in "apron strings" (so telling)
Bravo!
John
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Jill made for him his life quite fit,
She was there for him with happiness & wit,
But really wanted to be a Jack, she really did admit...e
Myrna
Newfie hugs, Rose