or, the Difficulties of Growing up an Oracle
"In the parlor, on the sofa,
dressed in white and pearls and fan;
quietly, now see her sitting,
like that since this fête began."
"Is she? Really? That one? Yonder?
How astounding, come and see -
elegant in posture, sitting,
wonder if she'll dance with me?"
"I truly hope not; see her eyes?
I rather think she's drugged, but - hush!
She complained last week of vapors.
Inner shame shows in her blush!"
"I am not entirely certain
she should be admitted there.
Hers is elegance and posture -
but - something makes me think - 'beware'."
"I have heard that she's insulting;
such ill-usage from her lips!
Yet, right here, she's hardly peeping.
SOMEthing did HER moon eclipse."
"Speak no ill of modest maidens,
quietly and dressed in white,
She's a pearl of the first water,
welcome despite all your spite."
"Yes, I told her to be quiet,
she has looks, but men take fright
when she tells them what to bid on,
makes them think it's second sight."
"How amusing! I must meet her,
introduce me, will you, please?
Even if she's a bluestocking,
I know you will set her at ease."
"Dearest, let me introduce you.
Someone whom you just must meet.
Mutely, darling, smile and curtsey,
Listen, please dear, be discreet."
Inspired by a pendant made by elisem entitled "Nine Things about Oracles", there has been a small epidemic of oracular poetry recently. oursin's related poem about the Sphinx and her questions was what indirectly inspired mine in particular: imagining the fruitless after-dinner attempts at conversation between an oracle and a sphinx.