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Six Maiden Aunts
By patterjack
20 February 2007
verse ,  not poetry

Six  Maiden  Aunts

So  ladies  ,   you  lie there  in  your  narrow  beds ;
your  neat  white   winding  sheets so chastely  tied
to  your feet :  though   now  that    some  years  have  passed
I  can  assume  that  the  rot  has  at  last  set  in .

Now ,  there   was your  own most  cherished  of  beliefs :
The  rot   had  set  in  everywhere  you looked .
No longer  was  the world  around  you  to  be  held
in  other  than  disdain  ,  its  standards  dropped
below  the  bounds  of the   decency   you  knew
and  virtuously  upheld  ,  whether that  was
to  others'  hurt  or  not  --  since   God  was  on  your  side .

And  so  you  issued  your  verdicts  on  them  all
Especially  on  men , ( and  even more  on  the  curate
who  seemed   not  to  conform  to  your  rigorous  code
of  what  your   bigoted  biassed   beliefs  demanded  ).

Then ,   doing  your  duty  in  overtly  moral  way
you took  in  your  cousin's daughters when  he  died .
(Although for  a  while  you  tried  to  farm  them  out . )
Here  was  the  chance  to  gain  a  set  of  maids
and  at  least  the  chance  to  remould  the  younger  minds
in  the  very  best  tradition  of your   times.

The  elder   two  however   could   escape  
into  marriage   and  the early   choice of  profession ;
the  third  one  you  most  carelessly  let  die   , 
and  left  one  whom  you  thought  that you might  remake
into  a  carer   for  your  late  enfeebled  age .

Yet despite  your indignant  cries  of    reprehension
she found  a fellow  ,  villainous  in  your  view  ,
wrong  class  , and of  such  uncouth upbringing 
that  he  reviled  your  mores  and  what   you  stood  for .

She  fell ,  and  married  him ,  was  disinherited 
and  lived a freer life  despite  your  frowns  . 
And  so  the  rot  for  you  had definitely  set  in

and  I  can  stand    at  each of  your  narrow  graves
and  ,  to  show  that   you  have  lost  the  battle 
I  can  most  solemnly  anoint  them  all
with  the  piss  that  I  have  saved  for  the  occasion.


Reviews

Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 20th February 2007
And now you can piss on them all over again by posting this poem!  
 
This really made me laugh, Brian. There is plenty to like here, but it is the use of the word 'solemnly' in the last stanza made this for me.

Written by ellipinnock (1753 comments posted) 20th February 2007
Still profoundly sad for me. Maybe I'm projecting other things onto it. Either way it's certainly a powerful piece. 
 
Elli

Written by Phil (6713 comments posted) 20th February 2007
On the fence with this one Brian. When I read Witzl's comment at the bottom of your piece, I was a little taken aback. I found nothing amusing at all about this, so it had me thinking I'd got it wrong. I went away. Now I've come back, and thank god for Elli. I'm not alone. 
 
From the very start I could only think of six Miss Havishams, only less likable. 
 
Elli's right - it's sad - there's also something that draws me into this. It reads like a glammed up personal piece and yet I know (suspect) there's more to it. (For the second time tonight - I think I'm waffling.) 
 
Phil.

Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 20th February 2007
I am beginning to worry about my sense of humor now. Or perhaps I am projecting here myself? 
 
My aunts were nowhere near as bad as these ladies sound, but they could be tough going in their religious zeal. And I have known women like the six aunts in this poem who have exercised terrible power over the children who have had the bad fortune to be in their care. So I can easily understand why someone might nurture feelings that were not very charitable towards them. And I suspect that is why I find this funny -- but who knows. Maybe there is some suppressed sadism in me that is gradually leaking out . . .  

Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3351 comments posted) 20th February 2007
When I see things like "Verse not poetry" I know I'm out of my depth and so I don't make a complete fool of myself I'll confine myself to content. I don't see sad but enough righteous anger to fuel a war. I liked the double use of the rot setting in. And I would guess they set themselves up as the abiters of the scale of it. 
And I can believe that their real bile is saved for the curate who falls short rather than for someone beyond redemption and so doesn't even register on their scale.Those who claim to have God on their side deserve all the piss they get I reckon. 
I can't imagine what inspired this but I hope the writing has helped to lower the blood pressure 
I like Phils idea of six Miss Havershams only worse 
cheers 
J
True , every word .
Written by patterjack (1193 comments posted) 20th February 2007
Witzl -- not to worry -- the curate was in there for light relief -- he ws most reviled by them -- and so was solemnly anoint  
 
And to be totally honest , the bit of humour was there to mitigate the anger i still feel after 55 years , though actually once pissing on the chief bitch's grave was a great catharsis .  
 
And yes , Elli and Phil , i think there is a great sadness in the situation that arose , and a sadness in myself that i still feel bitter and unforgiving even with this relief of tension. 
 
Jane -- it does not have the imagery for it to be lyric poetry in particular -- that's all -- it's closer to narrative story/ ballad , but it does have the necessary emotional content to get closer to poetry I hope 
 
 
patterjack
Hi Brian
Written by jean.day (2279 comments posted) 20th February 2007
What a story. I'm afraid, I laughed too - at the ending. I think it was with relief at the pissing, which somehow was an appropriate ending for a very tense poem. Were you the uncouth fellow who rescued the last maiden? They must have been pretty awful for your anger to last so long, and still be so powerful.
Last but not least
Written by Josie (2785 comments posted) 21st February 2007
After adding your review to Talisker's poem, are you not worried about who you might meet in the next world - well, perhaps it may be 6 ghoulies waiting for revenge? Surely, whatever your aunts did, they cannot be worse than the people who make bombs to kill innocent people, or the worst uncle I've ever heard of who has just raped and killed his dear little 2 year old niece. Have compassion Brian!
Sorry Josie
Written by patterjack (1193 comments posted) 21st February 2007
 
I know and respect your feelings but I am a bit elephantine -- I never forget or forgive injury. 
 
This is a very tame version compared to the first I wrote , believe me !  
 
patterjack
The bitter taste of rebuke
Written by bwoz (125 comments posted) 24th February 2007
what I get from this is a deep dose of bitterness -- and perhaps in a therpeuetic way. 
 
I don't normally read others' comments until after I've written mine, but as I write this I can see your last comment right above, about this being the "tame" version. 
 
It seems pretty harsh to me, and intentional. I guess it would make a tighter connection for me if I knew the person/people you wrote about. 
 
BW

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