Max, reminded me of Malouf's poem, The Year of the Foxes - available at
On 8 January 2015 at 06:02, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Ah, but are you sure she found no ONE?
> Memories abound for you, Max, & intriguing too...
> On Jan 7, 2015, at 8:45 AM, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > Wynne
> > In the small car my aunt drove,
> > her midlife accomplishment,
> > there would come to our house
> > with her withered friend
> > Mrs Wright (painful to behold
> > with her fox-fur over shoulders
> > lopsided, her twisted stick),
> > Mrs Wright's daughter,
> > a woman like a rare
> > draped statue, the outline
> > of her breasts level
> > with my pubertal eye.
> > Wynne. She had little to say,
> > nothing memorable,
> > in a subdued voice;
> > smiled - never laughed.
> > Why did people defer to her,
> > praise her auburn hair? -
> > yes, it was - unusual.
> > Hair soon fades from gold to dull.
> > (I was once little Snowy -
> > now I was lanky Mouse,
> > a boy invisible to her
> > in this quiet house).
> > The middle-aged were on her case.
> > Poor Wynne - if she doesn't
> > marry soon...! she's no life -
> > the shoe shop; poor Mrs R. -
> > sinking to a whisper -
> > adopted her, you know! -
> > insurance against neglect
> > in her old age. She sat well,
> > she stood well on heels
> > higher than the others'; dressed
> > better than the middle-aged ladies.
> > Aunt drove them home -
> > somewhere pokey where
> > visitors weren't invited.
> > Miss Wright never met her
> > Mr Right. Those breasts
> > found no takers. At length alone,
> > mightn't Wynne, single woman,
> > have felt in her breast a pang?
> > looked into adoption?
> Douglas Barbour
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> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> that we are only
> as we find out we are
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