The Red Parasol
How did I meet Alfred Glendening?
I was fascinated by his latest painting.
I stood mesmerized by the colours.
A painting of a summer outing.
It brought me some solace and warmth.
The painting was of three ladies arriving to the Surrey coast,
in a fast buggy filled with picnic baskets,
towards their favorite secluded beach away from it all.
Nurse Betty was strict as ordered by her master,
and would not allow Lady Elizabeth to bring her beau
to accompany them to the outing. The young lady was furious,
face red like Little Frances’ parasol. Oh was she mad.
To make things worse, Little Frances would not leave
her sister alone, and needled her by opening and shutting
the red parasol in her face. Angry, Lady Elizabeth moved away
and went for a walk along the shore of the beach,
fuming and cursing beneath her breath and kicking sand.
Nurse made the child sit down and gave her a-talking to.
This was not the Victorian way of behaving.
Idly, Little Frances twirled her red parasol.
The Royal Academy’s bell rang for closing time.
That’s when I stopped day-dreaming.
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