Coy behind a marble lion,
she seduced tourists in the square,
no bashful burn behind the mask
to match the colour of her hair.
She was Casanova’s doxy,
a carnival Columbina,
until she packed herself away
in tissue for another year.
Then she merged into the shadows
of the bridges and the alleys
with her crucifix, mementos,
and faded glass rosary:
a wrinkled Venetian beauty,
aged but resolute in her duty.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Eulogy for a stranger
I just got back from a trip on Thursday, so I hadn’t got around to catching up until this morning when I saw Izzy’s prompt, which caught my imagination. She says that she has set us a challenge to defy the conventions of a particular theme and find new places in the everyday. She encourages us to connect to the world swirling all around us – specifically our own kind – by writing a eulogy for a stranger.
Izzy asks us to pick one stranger we have encountered and write their eulogy. We should imagine their triumphs, the funny little stories that we would want to share with their family and friends, the defining moments we want to highlight based on only our initial assessment.
As I was away celebrating our silver wedding anniversary with my husband, I’ve picked a stranger from one of the photographs I took on our trip.