The Ladies of the Guild
They know all the rules
The customs
The graces
They can fuss over details
Like nobody’s business
Mores you never knew existed
What season
Which cloth
Who gave it
And why
What happened to
The leftover wine
Whose lipstick
Messed up the chalice
You would think them
A buttoned up bunch
But then there are the flowers
The elegant
The poignant
The perfect flowers
And when you see those
You know
That enchantment blazes
Deep in their souls
JEHW
February, 2015
