Poetry Month, day 6
Written on a Fan
Written on a Fan
Dear Sister, you are far,
but I send you this beautiful fan
in remembrance. Perhaps
you will send one back to me
by the same messenger?
There are tiny birds
in the reeds by the river.
They chirrup to each other
as we did in our small voices
when we were children –
when we first made our vows
to each other, to be always
faithful Sisters of the soul.
Now we have our own children
and we love and care for them.
But in our hearts there is another life.
I tell you, Sister, I am a Queen,
sharp as a sword. Tempered by pain,
I am flexible yet strong. I keep
this image steadfast. See me!
When we hold each other
in our hearts, as our visions,
those visions grow within. Outwardly
we smile meekly, eyes downcast.
It is an armour we wear. A disguise.
The birds are leaving the reeds.
It will soon be dark. At first light
the messenger will set out
with letters of business
from my husband to yours.
And he will carry, wrapped
in pretty cloths, this gift for my Sister,
a courtesy between women.
Soon you will write your reply.
It will name you prowling tiger.
At "imaginary garden with real toads" Sherry based her prompt, Speaking in the Voice of Another on stories of a secret language of women in feudal China, where
This intrigued me, so I have tried to imagine what such a correspondence might consist of. There is a novel on the subject,"Snow Flower and the Secret Fan", and a movie made from it. I am so fascinated, I bought the ebook, but did not look at it before writing this poem. (I also plan to see the movie, and if possible also a documentary that exists, about nu shu, the secret language.)
PS I wasn't far into the book when I had an extreme reaction, with faintness and nausea, to the chapter on foot binding. I could not continue and will not see the film, as I am told it is treated pretty gruesomely there too. No doubt such things should not be glossed over, but I personally can't cope with them.
PS I wasn't far into the book when I had an extreme reaction, with faintness and nausea, to the chapter on foot binding. I could not continue and will not see the film, as I am told it is treated pretty gruesomely there too. No doubt such things should not be glossed over, but I personally can't cope with them.
A beautiful write, Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteThis write made me think of a dear Aunt, who collected fans from all over the world. Each time would visit, we would beg her to share her collection. I love the title!
ReplyDeleteI too had a dear aunt who collected fans from all over the world – and I inherited her collection!
DeleteA stunning poem... such power and yet tenderness and love running underneath
ReplyDeleteRosemary, you have really tapped into the voice of this unknown girl. A remarkably sensitive piece.
ReplyDeleteRosemary, I am happy that the book and movie appeal to you. You will not be disappointed. The movie is wonderful. I have seen it many times. I love the stanza about the chirruping of birds being like the voices they had in childhood. The whole poem is wonderful. As I read, I envisioned it all.
ReplyDeleteVery well imagined and expressed Rosemary ... thank you :)
ReplyDeleteI love your letter between these two women, bonded for life. I especially like you last lines
ReplyDelete"Soon you will write your reply.
It will name you prowling tiger."
This is so beautiful, Rosemary!💞 You have truly captured the spirit and emotions of the women of those times. Especially love the image "The birds are leaving the reeds."💞
ReplyDeleteI love how she's able to 'bare all' - revealing her true strength to her sister. A lovely write.
ReplyDeleteEmotional and beautiful write. I love the last two lines and how the women wore meekness as an armor.
ReplyDeleteI think this poem really captured the spirit of the messenger fan. My favourite bit is this though-I tell you, Sister, I am a Queen,
ReplyDeletesharp as a sword. Tempered by pain, I think this is brave and full of love and hope.
How I miss the letters we wrote not so long ago and now only to twitter our brief messages without feeling. How much love and feeling we lose as we slowly bound to the shackles of technology. This really is a beautiful poem Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteLuv these aspect of tradition, acceptance and continuity in your poem Rosemary. After writing my poem response I viewed the movie via [You Tube]
ReplyDeleteMuch🌼love
What a beautiful poem Rosemary how easy it is enter the scene and relish the images you have created.
ReplyDeleteVery beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI love the relationship you have created between these two women.
ReplyDeleteThe emotions of this woman really stand out in this. Beautiful writing.
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