Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Stelle - Poem by Alison Cassidy

She must have been quite a beauty in her day,
(and talented too, so they say)
but pregnancy forced her
to say No to Europe and
master classes with Arrau.

Later, in the silent days,
she played the old upright
at the Mechanics Institute.
A bit of a come-down from soirees
in the ballroom at Fernhurst Grove.

But when George died,
his money died with him
and you all had to move
to the cheap fibro cottage
where I lost my virginity
in the bed with grey sheets.

She called him Timmy.
You called him Stench.
She fed him rump steak.
the house stank of dog.

How you hated that dog
with its constant yapping
and its thin wire hair
that covered the furniture
and clung to your clothes.

The night she died,
when you sat by the bed
and held her hand,
you couldn't understand
why she kept asking
(with fear in her grey green eyes)
'What's going to happen to Timmy? '

I suppose that's why you wouldn't let us have a dog.


Comments about Stelle by Alison Cassidy

  • (12/24/2007 9:22:00 AM)


    Very interesting story poem - a captivating beginning and a memorable ending. Great work. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/2/2007 2:03:00 AM)


    Such a great poem again mam allie, you posseses this very unique style of how to give your readers a very interesting poem to be read. Still, you will remain as one of my favorite poets of all times, God blesses you always! -Rommel (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2007 6:31:00 PM)


    Another great write of yours Allie. I love it (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2007 4:57:00 PM)


    Allie, you're a class apart when it comes to bio-vignettes... this is a cracker with all sorts of interesting detail craftily built in... conversational in style, but with the hardly visible deft touches of the skilled narrative poet. It buzzes with life and yet has room for loads of emotion... very fine work.. xxx jim (Report) Reply

  • (11/28/2007 9:33:00 PM)


    What a fine addition to your gallery of distinguished word paintings.This one is very
    moving.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra
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  • (11/25/2007 2:55:00 AM)


    beautiful allie i loved it.cheers sherry (Report) Reply

  • (11/23/2007 12:53:00 PM)


    Moving memories, I think that one of your most out-standing qualities is that you write in your own way, individual and from the heart
    Wonderful tallent displayed
    Thankyou for sharing it
    Love duncan X
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  • (11/22/2007 3:16:00 PM)


    I didn't know the person you're referring to however, I had an aunt who lived in a magnificent house full of dogs and cats who used it as a toilet. (Report) Reply

  • (11/21/2007 9:21:00 AM)


    The voices-
    speaking of fate and human nature, and the the exquisite figurative expressions place this poem among your beast pieces.
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  • (11/18/2007 4:19:00 PM)


    Simply superb, Allie.

    Best,
    H
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  • (11/18/2007 3:02:00 AM)


    Really I was amazed by this chronical tale, well done Alison. (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2007 2:32:00 AM)


    A heart-wrenching piece, the sense of loss (of so many things, tangible and intangible) screaming out from the pages. You are at your considerable best here Allie IMHO. t x (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2007 2:08:00 AM)


    One of the many good things about your work is your sense of narrative. You have an unique way of sewing together incidents into a holistic whole giving the reader an exquisite picture. Dark moments notwithstanding, this is a brilliant, stark and candid piece which grips the reader to the end.

    Take care
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  • Linda Ori (11/18/2007 1:44:00 AM)


    Sad how dreams can be dashed by one wrong choice, and you wonder how your life might have been. This is sad and touching, Allie, and showcases your unique talent for character poems, which you do so well. You capture the hopeless feelings of despair and lost dreams. Yet in the end, what matters most is her faithful companion, Timmy. Beautifully written, as always........
    Linda xxx
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  • (11/18/2007 1:41:00 AM)


    Allie, If I ever need a poem to tell the truth about me when I'm gone, you've got the contract... You've taken a given and turned it into a piece of tapestry - dogged of course. Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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