The Tiny Tartan Skirt

Postage stamp of Newfoundland, 1928. Steamship...

I visited Shamrock City for the umpteenth time

and noticed the servers wearing my old tartan skirt

the cloth slight against their tiny hips and legs

bringing back memories of the years of wearing the mini skirts

with the nuns breathing down our necks each day of high school

checking to see if the length needed attention

Often the skirts would be coupled with yellow shirts

or tartan vests and a yellow turtleneck

more clothes at the top than at the bottom

with penny loafers on my feet and nylons on my legs

the fashionable fare of our lives at St. Francis Xavier in Deer Lake

hoping that lustful young men could contain their desires

leaving us to admire ourselves in mirrors and before the watchful eyes

The past is now the present and these young girls are hoping for tips

and the owners are feeling proud of their heritage having their workers so dressed

images of a slim me smiling as I comb my long hair getting ready for the day

walking quickly towards my future with fashionable or skimpy clothing

wondering who is their right mind had decided on Newfoundland tartan

for I’m sure the Presentation Sisters did not come up with the mini skirt

making their days miserable having to keep them measured to help us keep our chastity

with the smirks of all the brazen lot of us lined up and a yard stick not far from our knees


When It Rains

I blissfully slip the surly bonds

of earth and no one can awaken me

even if there was an emergency

something that needs my attention

as I drift into that realm where I meet up

with ancestors who have gone before me

I rest so solidly that my cells say thank you

and my body repairs itself under cover of darkness

with the music of the rainĀ  playing on my window pane

Foggiest Place On Earth

You are there
But you don’t even
Appreciate the calmness or
See it!
It’s listed in the
Guinness World Book
But if you arrive
You won’t know it!
I’ve lived here forever
Or so it seems when
At times you can’t see
Your neighbour’s house
Or your neighbour!
Don’t drive too fast or
You will find that you are
Over a cliff without any help
Never to know our small place
When the fog lifts!

Leave the Stress Behind

Smiling Faces

Smiling Faces (Photo credit: Travis S.)

Don’t grit your teeth

or clench your jaw

You need to leave it

all behind

No tensed up abs

or jittery hands

Forget about the

frowning face

Whether you smile

or laugh outloud

Sweep your worries

under the rug

And have fun like

you’ve never had before!