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Not Averse
1860 |
My home, my space, except for nanny and the maids, my needlework, the duty to be paying calls, attending prayer and, dressed for dinner, waiting for the gong and one day to be asked. |
1873 |
My own—a set of two— shared only with my Euclid and Thucydides. My visitors all knock. We share hot chocolate, play tennis on the lawn, talk of equality and love, the fight to win our rights. |
1928 |
We have the vote, a royal charter too, no need to hide behind anon or to reflect a man at twice his natural size. This is my space for scholarship to read and pen and thrive, even without degree. |
1947 |
My maths proves useful: I can assess my scanty nuts of coke, apportion rationed quires and dilute ink. The snow has reached the window ledge. No promise of a BA gown can keep me warm, but I shall not despair now men can come to tea. |
2013 |
An eco-room. A modern phoenix risen from old coal-grate ash so I can shift my gaze from keys to coots while trying to turn a phrase or check a reference on-line. This is the en-suite life. |
2020 |
I thought I’d fledged, abandoned the embarrassment of home, but now I’m back to teddy and a baby brother’s cry. The virus makes me look for virtue in the virtual but supervision faces seem too near—and yet too far. |