Hyacinth Bucket, the quintessential snob and taciturn type – from “Keeping Up Appearances”
Corner Girl
I saw you over in the corner,
away from the hum of the parlour debate
where opinion passed as fact,
your anxiety hidden by a cool poise
that some thought was an air of snobbery,
your stance aloof.
But I knew you wanted to run away,
to hide,
avoiding the ignoble prattle
of the wine glass heroes
that violated every sense.
You wanted to find a safe space,
that included all you hold dear,
and fill it with creative visions of joy.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
She is one character! She makes me laugh and cringe at the same time.
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There’s always that one that does that for us, thanks for adding your experience of the poem.
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Hyacinth, is a combination of my mother and my sister … your poem is far more kind 🙂
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My mother-in-law was like that. Yes the poem is a twist, because several people I know present like that but in reality suffer anxiety, or are simply shy or introverted. I can’t imagine you surviving that very easily 🙂
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lol We had a divorce for many years 🙂
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That I do understand, been through two of those one with my minlaw and one with my own mother. 🙂
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yes so sad and yet Mum has NO insight what so ever ….
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In sight – that would be a fine thing. It must be endemic to that generation – mine’s the same – though I’ve gone past the anger and lecture phase of thirty years ago.
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missed the lecture phase, just stopped talking as everything I say is confronting … mind you her other kids are perfect angels 🙂
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Funny that, one of the others is an angel, but an abusive angel, that old dv cycle still runs
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yes so many don’t get that it’s verbal and emotional as much as physical or sexual …
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Yes it is ever aspect.
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It’s a paradox – most clergy are introvert (some surveys put it as high as 75% when only 50% of the “normal” population is introverted). In a parish where there were several retired/non-parochial clergy, one spouse remarked, “He’ll stay behind til last if he has taken the service. Otherwise, he takes off as quickly as he can. Most clerge are like that!”
As an introvert, I like your poem because it values the impulse not to be constantly over your head in people’s noise!
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Thanks Ted, yes, I have read similar material and I find that intriguing. I am the only extrovert of the four of our family, and only two of the four in our menagerie are extroverted. It has been a very interesting journey thus far. Though even as an extrovert, there are those rare days when I crave a cave 🙂
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