Rebellious and Eccentric

I’ve talked about my husband’s great great aunt before. I got back into her poetry today and found this:

Closet Poet

Hide! Hide! Let nobody see
Rebellious, eccentric, irreverent Me.
I do not, I cannot, I will not conform.
I dwell on the outskirts of civilized norm;
And sometimes in nightmares I hear a voice crowing
“Pardon me, Dear, but your lunacy’s showing.”

I have this image in my mind of this 1930’s woman declaring to whoever was listening (clearly not too many people since she calls herself a closet poet),”Hey, you, this is me. Take it or leave it”. But then she’s secretly worried, wondering, “Hm, is it too much?” Feels familiar.

One thought on “Rebellious and Eccentric

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s