Tuesday, June 28, 2011


Nostalgia is a harsh mistress.  The rhythm of her dance weaves between your heart strings, tangling itself inextricably if you let it.  Her veils waft over the pain, the heartache, the loneliness.  The bright light of remembrance gleams off children’s smiles, full moons over the ocean, family gatherings full of laughter.  Fears are masked with bright Mardi Gras masks, gilded and bedecked with grand peacock feathers. 

Beware.  Nostalgia is a harsh mistress.


  1. Oooh. How marvelously beautiful, and how touchingly sad! Lovely piece. Thank you!

  2. Thank you Meryl, and thanks for stopping by. I didn't really think of this as sad when I wrote it, more as a warning against allowing yourself to get mired in nostalgia, because of its tendency to mute the pain and enhance the joy of past experience.

    Glad you enjoyed it!