A blackout poem I created from a few pages of Louisa May Alcott’s novel, Little Women.
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People, you know, envy girls fond of luxury
Man of the Sea learned to carry her without complaining
So light
Good spirits
Blue neck-ribbon, dressing her hair
looking nice, pretty or not
Bits of fun now and then
Life
On the sofa,
comfort with cat and three kittens
Trying to finish a letter, for being up late didn’t suit her boot-lacings and her hat
Drowned, scrambled, quiet, distracted in her letter
Momentary lull, broken
Two hot turn-overs on the table
Hot pies comforting, no matter how busy
Cuddle cats – rascals, angels
Looked back at the window,
nod, smile, wave her hand
It seemed they couldn’t have got through the day without that; for whatever their mood might be
Last glimpse like sunshine
Kissing her hand to serve right, satisfaction in the snowy walk and bitter wind
from the depths of the vail
like strong words, that mean something,
flying away
