After reading the last post, my extraordinarily talented Mother sent me a verse she wrote years ago. Read it aloud. Great iambic pentameter. I am proud of my mother and her accomplishments. And I am proud I remember what iambic pentameter is.
CALICO, CAMBRICK, BLACK BOMBAZINE,
Dimity, denim, gray gabardine,
Mackinaw, madras, loud tattersall—
Make Sarah a dress to wear to the ball.
Taffeta, terry, herringbone, tweed,
Wrap her in velvet, whatever you need,
Paisley, percale, or Pima broadcloth,
Pick any fabric, cut a wide swathe.
Organdy, pongee, silk or sateen,
Moire or muslin, faille or nankeen,
Poplin, pique, mohair or lamé,
Burlap, brocade, batiste or bouclé—
Bias-cut, pucker, featherstitch, dart,
Thread all your needles, practice your art,
Make Sarah a garment of sackcloth or lace,
Make it of scarlet or make it of puce—
Cover her up from her head to her toe,
Let her dance with a partner she never can know—
Her true love has left her to dance in her shame—
Her true love has given another his name.
Julia Evatt, Jan. 27, 2002
I did ask her why she gave this verse a “sad ending”. She didn’t answer me, maybe she will tell us. Julia???