Miss. Esme G. Cameron
Despite the fact she
knew all
the Latin names for
garden plants
and was a dab hand
at ikebana ..
She also played viola,
flute and piano ..
Every now and then,
she would also
appear in church on
Sundays
and was renowned
for writing
an occasional novel ..
It is said
she may have looked
like a nun
and dressed like some
old librarian
but she thought and
wrote like a
well-versed dockyard
hooker ..
Although to be fair,
somewhere
beneath her pince-nez,
the tartan shawl
and tweeds, our not yet
quite famous
Miss. Grace Pratt didn’t
only sweat,
but she also, did bleed
some of the
most exquisite poetry
you are ever
likely to read and the
more risqué,
the better it seemed ..
But then that was her
secret you see ..
At times in-between
her verses
and stanza’s or prose,
only a handful,
the privileged few, ever
knew she
would occasionally puff
on a cigar,
or one of those French
cigarettes,
that she always kept in
a drawer filled
with old fountain pens,
a few saucy postcards
and a single
letter marked Flanders,
France 1918 ..
Grace Pratt helped me
one hell of a lot
while I was growing up
and falling in
love with this beautiful
beast that
we now all call poetry ..
But the reason
I write now, is I recently
read that
Miss. Esme G. Cameron
formally known
as Grace Pratt, died at
home in
her sleep then aged one
hundred
and one whole year’s
young, but who’s counting ..
Because she was worth it
And for anyone who might be interested, Esme G. Cameron was Graces pen name ..
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Neville (
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Oh my dearest Nev, this is incredibly, incredibly sad to know, our dear Grace has past away. I'm so deeply touched by this poem and incredibly sad. I'm staring at this writing, not knowing really what to say, except for your beautiful heart that has written such a dedication for one of the most gracious ladies on my poetic side, she had everything humour knowledge kindness and a magnificent poetic pen she will be deeply missed , it was truly an honour to have known her. 💖
bless you Teddy 🖤
This is such a beautiful tribute, not only for someone you obviously admired, but to poetry! By doing this, you keep her memory alive! 💜
now you come to mention it .. that was my only intention .. and I thank you deeply for feeling it 💜
If only.... if only we could all have just a smattering of the talent Esme AKA Grace bestowed upon the world......... not quite there yet......
I concur sir Dog .. she was my neighbour when I was but a young lad .. my Dad used to call her Harpic, because he said she was clean round the bend .. but he loved her too really .. 👍
A sensitive write N.
Yep, I remember having a cigar with her, while discussing poetry! 🙂
it had to be Cuban and made by a virgin rolling it along the length of her thigh .. 🐭
I swooned before I smoked it! lol.
Tributes and cigars - the wonder of it all....with emphasis on 'wonder'....................................................................... Are mythologies not meant to entertain and please?
back in the day, I am led to believe (by her that is) she was most entertaining .. in fact after both botany and poetry it was her most favouritest thing ..
The most fulsomest of apologies – typo alert – Delete ‘mythologies’; insert ‘obituaries’ and never have I encountered one more entertaining….
she would be tickled pink sir ..
What a privilege to have known someone such as she, a true renaissance woman. A beautiful tribute! Now it is my task to find her and read.
she was my immediate neighbour Bella .. Mrs. Grace Pratt wrote under the name of Miss Esme G. Cameron .. Her novel 'A Change of Face' is probably no longer available .. and but one of the reasons I want her name to be remembered .. thanks & then some .. Neville
may she rest in peace
(i looked but sadly couldn't find any links to her work)
still, if she inspired and nourished
the burgeoning talents of my Poet supreme
than I imagine I would have loved reading her work
may you ever celebrate her memory with your ink, kind Poet
sorry for your loss, what a testing week its been for you
i'm sorry Hyung
have a an extra glass or two, on me
🍻
hope you n yours have a peaceful weekend
cheers bro .. I'm knackered @ the mo so do us a favour and go check wot I said to Bella .. cheers and back at you 🍷
Neville – I am in trouble here.. I need some guidance. I’ve tried to locate Esme’s magnum opus.
This I remember with absolute clarity – Her discovery, insight into the creation of the universe, nay multiverses while perched on the throne in the smallest room in the house, knickers absent from her ankles as she eschewed such a garment. Perfectly rounded material exploded from her haunches in quantity followed by an incredible fart which represented the dark matter yet to be fully accounted for…..
Any advice would be gratefully received.
Help definitely needed:
You with your intimate acquaintance and knowledge of that dear lady are the only poet here qualified to locate and indeed explicate “Fruit of My Buttocks” and save it for posterity.
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