badger11 Posted September 19 revision Growing up with Nan I spent my idle times spying through lace curtains. Vagueness became a friend. My Impressionist bride. Older now, inherited the flat, and there are blinds giving a peek on outside, a sort of Cubist slant - art makes choices, and so do I. original Growing up with Nan I spent my idle times spying through lace curtains. Vagueness became a friend. My Impressionist bride. Older now, inherited the flat, and there are blinds giving a peek on outside. A sort of Cubist slant. Art moves on, and so do brides. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tinker Posted September 22 Hi Badge, For some reason this just feels easy. Easy as in comfortable, a sort of reflection on an accepted life. A life that has known love and loss and sees the beauty of it all. I really like it. ~~Tink ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
tonyv Posted September 22 Well, I did see the first version of this, and there have been some minor changes which yielded major improvements in L8 & L9. Having spent some time in the Boston area, I had heard the expression "Lace Curtain Irish" used, and being unfamiliar with it at the time, was prompted to look it up. I think I detect a juxtapositioning of that image in S1 and the "cubist slant" represented by the blinds in S2. It's not an all-out shift but a subtle signifier that the speaker has moved on to his own domesticity, his own environs. I agree with Judi that this an "easy" read, and I attribute that to the well crafted composition. I do wonder who the bride may be. Tony Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
badger11 Posted September 24 Thanks Tink and Tony. I've edited the last line. all the best Phil Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
