The Ladies of the Guild

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

February, 2015

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