Pine Mountain Cemetery VI Edith
Pine Mountain Cemetery VI
Edith
Slate makes poor gravestones.
Look to the left and you can see what
Rain wash does after a spell of time.
Tressie’s sisters are buried there, Ada,
Vera, Dodo, and Edith, Hensley row.
Pretty normal people Edith excepted.
A tale told how a shiny start might fool one.
Too pretty, too spoiled, to shaken by
Tressie’s early death. Something snapped.
There was a time when having the vapors
Was fashionable, this was way before that.
Nothing fashionable about her fits and starts.
Screamed for days, cried for more, then
Silence for months. Beauty could not stand
Against the acid of her anguished mind.
Married well in a brief sane year, two
Children lived, one died, Priscilla.
Never was a peaceful moment after.
Husband philandered, kids mousy dull,
Again too pretty to amount to much.
Edith’s plight hidden for years, today
A white pill cure would be all it would
Take to turn her story better. Fitting
She should be buried under failing slate.
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Wonderful storytelling.
Ah, Sunday morning in June and my church is.to catch up on the poets I want to read. Pine
Mountain sets this one in the Appalachian culture of remembering the dead. You catch the character of Edith so succinctly and well. “too pretty to amount to much” sums up society’s judgement of her mental illness.
Will the Pine Mountain cemetery poems be a book?
Terrific story, good language, e.g. acid of her anguish, having the vapors, buried under failing slate
You had me from the opening line. Great work.
Maybe it would make a chapbook if I can sustain the effort of editing after June. There is a magic in Lexpomo that does not linger into the following months.
My two favorite turns of phrase: “Beauty could not stand
Against the acid of her anguished mind” and “kids mousy dull.”
This poem really speaks to how mental illness was considered a defect in character not so long ago. You make the reader feel so sad for Edith. I love the last line – “failing slate” is a perfect metaphor!
Haunting narrative.