Southern Belle Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Southern Belle



A shawl and bonnet she wore
From an era gone.
On a dusty road...
She walked bare foot,
As she picked cat-tails carefully
From the marsh dampened field.
Sweeping them against the stilled
Warm air and singing.
Watching as I leaned quietly
Against the carriage house nearby...
She sat beneath the willows,
That wept fresh moss from the trees.
This southern belle reminded me
How much I needed her to share,
The peace that made her heart rejoice!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Daly 07 October 2006

This is a wonderfully painted poem Lawrence the serenity of the narrative belies the final line. I think that the creation of the Southern Belle as a passifying force is a great way to use the metaphor. When we think of Southern Belle we could think of the Civil War, the Scarlett of Gone With The Wind, whose own emotional turmoil is reflected in the raging battles. Here though the Belle has a decidedly passive role, the role of a peacemaker. This is a feminine trait that feminist, in some quarters, counterpose to the agressive male (your narrator does not come over as aggresive, but there is a masculinity to the protagonist and a hint that the want to escape a war or aggression) . It is not a trait of women that I find endearing myself (both philisophically and personally) . However that should not detract from the fact that you capture this essence very well in this poem. The language is not romanticised, so that the picture is clear.

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Patricia Gale 06 October 2006

Southern hospitality can soothe a soul. Splendid piece L!

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