Maeve O’Sullivan – Reunion

June 30, 2014 | By | 1 Reply More

Cornelian, brown; Columban, blue;
Marian, red; Patrician, green;
these four houses we walked through
in uniforms of gaberdine.
This new experiment, co-ed,
had bad boys twanging our bra straps;
’70s posters showed sunsets
from glorious Technicolour snaps,
and told us to make lemonade
when life served up that bitter fruit.
But her drink’s stronger, our classmate,
to dull her losses and disputes.
She drives out to the coastal shelf,
settles her boy and then herself.

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  1. Julie Davies says:

    Maeve, I was also educated by nuns, in NZ, in the sixties and seventies. They weren’t prepared for the new-found freedom, so neither were we. Such innocence, some kept, some betrayed. Little slices of life that we share, on different sides of the world. In nomine patris, et filii et Spirituus sancti…

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