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Written on a window, soon after her marriage, 1713.
Whilst thirst of praise and vain desire of fame,
In every age is every woman’s aim;
With courtship pleas’d, of silly toasters proud,
Fond of a train, and happy in a crowd;
On each proud fop bestowing some kind glance,
Each conquest owing to some loose advance;
While vain coquets affect to be pursued,
And think they’re virtuous, if not grossly lewd:
Let this great maxim be my virtue’s guide;
In part she is to blame that has been try’d–
He comes too near, that comes to be deny’d.{22} Written on a window, soon after her marriage, 1713.
An Early Blue Stocking! I have my doubts! Not even the most modest flirtying allowed!
Tis true, my dears, a little flattery will not come amiss
However blue my stocking I see nothing too remiss
returning flattery with a gentle kiss!
Fran
I’ve been doing quite a bit of research into the Blue Stocking society in order to write a short story about them. But I’ve found that this project has really taken on massive proportions for me. It’s no longer a short story but seems as if it could be a novel. So I’m excited about that. And at the same time, I’m sorry I’m not able to share what I’ve written so far. I’ve realized that in order to understand the significance of The Society, a person needs to understand the historical atmosphere they lived in. It was a time of social upheaval. I’m very interested in it, and I see many parallels to today’s society. I had really hoped to share a short story with all of you on this first meeting, but as I’ve mentioned, it is a work in progress. I highly recommend, to anyone interested in history, the period of time that the Society began is worthy of an in depth study.
-Literary Bohemian
Greetings! Welcome to the first official meeting of the Bluestocking Society. Thank you for Anita Marie for the concept and to Ninjacat for this week’s topic.
So, here it is:
“Who the Blue Stocking Society was in the past and who we are today. Share your writing, art and your voice about this amazing society.”
You can add your comments below OR you can add a whole new post and categorize it as Blue Stocking Society/BS 26.01.07
If you would like to be added to the Taverna, please let me know.
Lori
I am alone.
Unto the very core of my being,
Down to the marrow in the bone,
And I have known it,
Heard it in the wind,
Felt the ghastly moan
Of being cut off,
Cut out;
Age four – I saw
The chasm and the caverns
Deep below;
You would have thought
I could at least consort
With other ghosts –
There were none there
And if they were they hid
In shadows, spectres still;
So this is why I know
It cannot change,
Or ever will.
There is a path where trees and flowers
Form bowers of solitude
For lovers, friends, companions;
I don’t go there,
I do not know the way
And would be shunned;
Invisible:
Since age of four
Who locked the door
To make me live this way?
Alone – from being a child,
For all my life – lost
Searching for a key, an opening;
I am far inside myself,
Apart – beyond the reach
Of fingertips
Or outstretched arms:
Today is yesterday.
Jan
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