Inspired by 3.20 “The Blue Lady”
The Blue Lady
Perhaps this one is different—
in blue, the color of hope.
Perhaps she is distinct,
unlike the spectral women
of grey, white, and red—
the scorned and deceived
set on revenge, the victims
who incited lust.
Perhaps she’s only set apart
by youth, a maiden still—
perhaps she wanted more–
prejudged, condemned,
perhaps you see her,
perhaps you don’t—
she’s trapped between
what was and what might have been.
For Paul Brookes’ Folktober Challenge. You can see the images and view the other responses here.
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Thank you, Michael!
I knew this one would be yours. That hopeful opening, almost an ‘if’.
You capture that sense of abandonment in the story, just a child who was sacrificed to social convention.
We are predictable. 🤣
It is so odd. I feel like there must have more to the story.
It might be just my suspicious mind, but when you have a 14 year old girl, held up at gunpoint, who later ‘loses her mind’ and kills herself, I can think of one very biological reason why she would do that, and It has nothing to do with necklaces.
That’s what I thought, too–or at least fear of it. And perhaps’s her father’s reaction afterwards compounding it.
Yes, even a suspicion that she had been ‘tampered with’ would have been enough to condemn the poor kid.
Yes, exactly.
There is such longing in this poem.
I suppose I feel sorry for her. It must be sad to be a ghost.
It must, yes.
This feels like a mirror for all women, both alive and dead. (K)
Yes, that may be so.
So many ifs
I guess they slip in. 🙂
The Blue Lady sounds most enigmatic!
The one in the image was teen when she was traveling and robbed of the pearls, which her father had given her as a christening present. She lost her mind and died soon after.
How awful!
Yes–a sad story, but also perplexing.
I did look up her story. I love what you did with it, creating a longing in her or those of us who wanted to know her…
Thank you so much, Dale!
It’s an odd story, like so many of them. It’s hard to know what really happened.
Truly! Very odd 🙂