Saturday, November 23, 2013

Mom had a crush on Ben Franklin...but according to who's calendar?


Calendars in any shape or form is the topic Victoria gives us today at dversepoets.com  I had a story already written...could be considered poetry I suppose.  I apologize ahead of time if I breaks any rules..


Mid 18th century flying kites and statesmen wearing tall black hats meet the 20th century -   post two world wars and more.  The carriage drawn by high stepping horses stopped in front of her, splattering mud on her newly made long dress. Her thoughts were of their much anticipated conversation; she had invited him to dine at 8:00.


She believed they met in previous lives, reincarnated time and again.  The year was 1789 - Jane Austen had just published, first immigrants passed through Ellis Island's sieve.  It was still the beginning of our experiment called Democracy.  Women's lib and civil rights had not yet emerged. After our independence was fought for and won, a congregation of intriguing, inspired souls sought to write a constitution based on high moral ground founded on grace.   Paul Revere was now an older man, a decade since George III impressed his young men to serve.   Ben had a keen sense of business, adventure, humor, and theory.  He ducked down and stepped out from the coach right in front of her.


She had held him on a pedestal above all others - now,  the opportunity to pick his brain.  His stout torso belied how handsome he was as he then kissed her extended hand. Suddenly, the phases of the moon sped before her, streets of Paris and London came alive as she almost fainted. The moment confirmed what she believed to be true, it wasn't just the beginning of their friendship.  An aura of oneness permeated them at that moment...she  thought they had both lived during the early Crusades, were in South America when the Incas fought the Spanish; something connected their interchangeable parallel lives.  She was fond of him; they most probably had been lovers at one time.  She was going to dine with Benjamin Franklin. They shared the same sense of order of things, desire for equality, ideas on government and an unquenched thirst for knowledge.  Yet she did not want to give him the 3rd degree, but would be a patient listener. And so, they set out to solve the world's problems together over wine and food.

Beginning with the hashing over of details about how peacefully the snow falls in Washington D. C., and how to catch sun light in prisms through the small window in the alcove, experimenting with alignment of the planets so she could better understand how the they affect all, to philosophy and religion.  In the light of the Tiffany lamp, he found her attractive, was pleased to exchange intuitive ideas with someone whose curiosity matched his.  Tickled she was when he fed her stories of society's plights; for example, how tattoos above the knee spoke of sensuality. Progressing into the night, they drank sherry...he loved impromptu speeches, made contemporary speaking an art, was the original "toastmaster" and spoke of his inventions.  Abolitionist, author, artist, ambassador, with his quick wit and acumen he could make her chortle at the drop of a hat.  


They were in awe of and mutually adored and respected each other.  As highly educated as he was, she was grateful to bring him up to speed on anything current she could.  She knew he could not have conceived of the magic of "windows" and PC's or i-phones or mattresses that remember one's form, but he would realize the importance of technological advances better than anyone else of that time. Time sped by as they talked of inventions, tolerance, economies, the many troubles of the world...politically, the time was ripe for change.  They agreed on a progressive approach. 

Flushed with new promise of further communication between them, she bid him good night when the carriage returned at the stroke of midnight.   He waved,  traveling out of sight from her on the same wet cobblestone street where John Adams used to walk. She pulled out her handkerchief. Their relationship was eternal and they would meet again before the next millennium, in a world very changed, due to hundreds of years of unfathomable influences.  The tenuous balance of power teetered perilously many time over the years; taunt tightropes had to be walked by our leaders to preserve peace and justice.  


Their business had just begun, she mused, as she held tightly onto her black floral hat being blown about by the night's bracing north wind.  Lovely was the brief tete' a tete' with her longtime friend...she could think of no other person she would have cared to have the pleasure of dining with, and no other time on the calendar to visit.  My mother passed in 1996.








12 comments:

  1. what a magical story... and such a beautiful closeness.... kindred spirits...eh...? it happens not very often that two people seem to connect so well on different levels... love the story...love the magic in it... and really, i should get a tattoo above the knee....smiles

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    1. ..thanks for taking the time to read the longer piece..

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  2. This was a captivating read.. sometimes one can feel this closeness.. and a lovestory like this. Very interesting, and just maybe your mother is now reborn living with Benjamin somewhere and due to change the world.

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    1. I'd like to think so...I know they would have good company.

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  3. very nice...your prose is as nice as your poetry....there is an intriguing mystery in your words...them meeting again in a millenium...i would love to see this expanded...right now i wonder if they are kindred spirits wandering through time a bit....

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    1. ..could be, but she would also have to be listening to Pavarotti sing ;)

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  4. Sounds so magical...and your style, Katy enchanting....me too, I believe in such meeting of soulmates...in times...in centuries...

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  5. Magical indeed. Your words grabbed me into the very scene. Well-penned. :-)
    -HA

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  6. Such good imaginative writing, Katy. Your descriptions are "crisp," story arc entertaining. You put me in the scene. Oh, and rules? From my viewpoint, I've kept too many rules in my life and writing is a great chance to break them! :0)

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  7. Ha. Super creative. I think Ben Franklin and all those guys were really quite sensual. Thank you for this imaginative visit! k.

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  8. my brother used to do all his reports on Ben.

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  9. To be continued I am sure and very romantically written adding interest to historical fictional situations; where the past comes to the present. Time travel is certainly an interesting 'point of view'. Hanging on every word wondering in what time he will choose to return for updates?

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