HAZEL'S LETTER.

A WOMAN GETS A DISAPOINTING LETTER.

Hazel reads the letter Dunne
Has brought and sitting by her
Bureau takes in the message
While the maid stands silent

Across the room her hands
Behind her back her eyes
Downcast her mind on other
Things maybe her thumbs like

Shy lovers touching lie hidden
From sight as Hazel folds up the
Letter and throws it on the bureau
Next to the vase of flowers Dunne

Had placed and sighing says
She can’t go Margaret can’t go
With me to Paris after all and
I’ve made plans and everything

She sighs again and Dunne lifts
Her eyes and settles them like
Soft kisses on Hazel’s face who
Picking up the letter once again

Screws it into a ball and throws
It to the floor saying Who am
I to go with now? Father won’t
Allow me to go alone then she

Sighs catching the bright pupils
Of Dunne’s dark eyes like black
Olives on plates of white and
Mutters Yes Dunne you can

Come so go get that passport
Father got for you Dunne nods
Looks away softly smiles as
If all the time inside she knew.  

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a very interesting piece, both in content and in form. I enjoyed reading it and I like the unique way you have written it. I love the illustration/photograph as well.