My version addresses what might have been going on with her before and after the party:
She Walks on Eggshells
by Kelly Ramsdell
She walks on eggshells, tip-toeing
her way through life, in hopes that none
will notice how she cannot bring
herself to stand directly in the sun.
Her sole reward, a wedding ring
that weighs her down so she can’t run.
One minute more in this black dress
Is more, she thinks, than she can bear.
Her cousin’s smiles cause her distress—
He is enough to make her swear,
Though not out loud, of course. Useless
to be female, she’s well aware.
And now he’s published something new
that raves about her peaceful mind,
her innocence. He has no clue
that she is finally unconfined
by men: a widow, it is true,
but one who cannot be divined.
You can find the poems by my poetry sisters at the following links:
Laura Purdie Salas with "She walks in glitter"
Sara Lewis Holmes with "Crede Byron"
Tanita Davis with "Daughters of Diogenese" &/or "Maat/Lady Justice"
Tricia Stohr-Hunt with an untitled poem about grief
Liz Garton Scanlon with "Mother Liberty"
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