Majenka’s Account
My name is Majenka
Resident of Vine Street since birth
Wendy Smith flew her kite in my street
I could have caught her by the ankle
as she rose overhead, but didn’t
It was her business, her new kite
Her frilly dress and patent shoes
she wore to play
She smiled at me before I
watched her float over houses
Golden locks stretching
She must have planned it …
Why dress like that in gusty weather
I caught her teardrop on my apron
Its stain spoke of recklessness
I tried to wash her tear from my pinafore
But I couldn’t bring myself to turn the tap
This was a significant stain
I am Majenka, Goddess helper
of this blustery world
Not harnessing a skinny ankle
was the right thing to do
- Jean Bohuslav 2019
Jean attends a creative writing group in Torquay Vic. She has found growth in not only in her writing but also in other areas of life from being a part of the group.
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