Midlife Musings
Tuesday, July 28th, 2009Midlife Musings I
Early-English Style
By Ellen Sue Spicer-Jacobson
I originally posted this in www.menupause.info under the title Menopausal Musings, but I think it really belongs here, since it is about growing older and longing for a companion. The words in CAPS are now extinct, so I put their definitions at the end of each line of the poem. It was a challenge to write, and I had a lot of fun doing it. Writing rhymes takes my mind off my problems, so it has a healing effect.

Ah, my CHAIR DAYS are here, there is no cure. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â (indicates evening of life)
I rant and I rage as I CHANTEPLEURE. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â (to sing & weep at same time)
Oh, for a BOONFELLOW to hold me tight                           (warm companion)
And banish the MUBBLE FUBBLES day and night.                  (melancholy)
Once I was a BELLIBONE, a bonnie lass.                            (lovely maiden)
No PRICKMEDAINTY could match my sass.                                (a dandy)

I received TUZZY MUZZIES by the score                                   (nosegays)
And LIP-CLAPS and TIPSY-CAKES at my cottage door. Â Â (kisses) & (cakes saturated with wine or liquor)
Ah, my chair days are here, I don’t need a cure
Just a MERRY-GO-SORROW so I can chantepleure.  (Tale evoking mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.)

“Extinct†words are from Poplollies & Bellibones: A Celebration of Lost Words by Susan Kelz Sperling

