Legacy Lady by Andrea Rowe

I am the dust on the mantle, the sepia steely-eyed matron.

I am the memory of Committee Presidents, the name on Honour Boards,

saluting legends, leaving legacies.

The plaque in the park.

The bequest to a town.

The clipboard ticking Mistress who would not let them down.

I am the pioneer, the scrutineer, the woman who cajoled and campaigned, who whined and whipped them into shape.

I am the Lady of The Coast who bossed the blokes; 

“Now see here, now look here, now we’re here!”.

I am the woman who marched from kitchen to committee table,

who saw what mattered, what must be done. What will be done.

I put my best foot forward, dug my clipped nails in,

sucked my courage into my girdle with no time to check that shoes matched skirt.

I raised my suburban voice so that the dust on mantles would not settle without a good community shake-up.

I am the woman who watches you build upon the foundations that I laid out long ago.

This is my voice

Legacy Lady by Andrea Rowe

I am the dust on the mantle, the sepia steely-eyed matron. I am the memory of Committee Presidents, the name on Honour Boards, saluting legends, leaving legacies. The plaque in the park. The bequest to a town. The clipboard ticking Mistress who would not let them...

Winter Words Week 2: Revealed by Joe Novella

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MICROFICTION MANIA MONTH 2020 Read the 150 words (or less) works of our weekly winners who were given specific place, character and word prompts to write to.This was a People’s Choice voting initiative for our members during lockdown.Place : Arthurs SeatCharacter :...

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The old beagle looks up from his basket. His muzzle grey and his eyes bleary.“Come on, Barney, my old darling. Time for your walk.” He perks up when he sees the lead, his tail wags, he struggles out of the basket and licks her hand as she clips it on his collar.  They...

The Ferry by Muriel Cooper

The Ferry Miles sits on the balcony at Sorrento overlooking Port Phillip Bay and the ferry terminal.   "What're you looking at through those binoculars uncle Miles?" Nick asks.     "I'm ferry watching."      "Is that like train spotting?"     "A bit."     "I could...

Winter Words Week 1: Calm by Rebecca Fraser

MICROFICTION MANIA MONTH 2020 Read the 150 words (or less) works of our weekly winners who were given specific place, character and word prompts to write to.This was a People’s Choice voting initiative for our members during lockdown.Word: CalmPlace: Red...