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Source: http://www.boredpanda.org/abstract-watercolor-cityscapes-by-elena-romanova/ via digitalbushwad on The Matboard
‘… for the homeless poor…’,
she announces in platinum patina
of good and kind.
a Mercedes drives up to the foyer,
the well-meaning couple
step into a gleaming lobby –
impatient to shine, it’s their favorite,
a 5-star fund-raiser –
the Hyacinth Room is heavy
with well-meaning folk –
gathered for raising funds for the
poor –
and the
homeless –
the city network’s selfless side –
‘…visited the old-age home…’
‘… those poor waifs…’
wafts softly through the cool interior –
‘Gucci? Versace?’ and with wintry derision,
‘Chanel!’
speeches gush, poor father anecdotes
regale –
earnest faces, winking earlobes –
Blahnik shoes, Louboutin nudes –
Donations, promised or immediately
chequed…
Oh, and those flushed French wines, blue cheeses
vie with with exotic holidays –
it’s all very heady, refined.
Just after midnight, uniformed
chauffeurs drive them home,
exhausted, ‘a lovely evening!’
Tomorrow the windows of the
Hyacinth Room will open onto the street
below –
a homeless shall pass by –
throw his head back,
close his eyes –
and feast on the fragrance
of an evening
of good intentions.
Uzoma said:
I get a sense of class here; a group of rich well-meaning folks with good intentions for the poor and homeless.
I had to look up Hyacinth Room. Is it the same as Hyacinth Bluebell Room?
MJ, this is another elegantly written poem. I wonder if one of your travels inspired this one.
mj said:
The Hyacinth Room is a ballroom in one of the Delhi 5-star hotels where I attended a fund raiser many years ago. It was indeed, a well-intentioned affair, and the rich and famous were in attendance. And even though they tried to keep their eyes on the ball (the fund raising) they just couldn;t escape the fundamentals of what brought them together – their wealth.
Being neither rich nor famous I could be the fly on the wall – and that gave me this poem.
Thanks for reading, for engaging with the sentiment so intimately. Have a great day, and a great week!
Uzoma said:
Many thanks for the explanation. For the rich, their wealth is their playground; they won’t miss a chance to show it to the world.
Blessings, MJ.
Madhu said:
That does sound exhausting work:-D
“….earnest faces, winking earlobes – Blahnik shoes, Louboutin nudes –” A brilliant portrait of the ‘well meaning’ crowd Meenakshi! I get my exposure to that crowd when I go through society magazines while my hair is being coloured 🙂
mj said:
Right! When I’m on the color couch, I’m deeply distressed thinking of the damage those chemicals are doing to my hair, but still unable to get up and away from it all… pathetic… huh?!
mj said:
Oh boy! exhausting it was! amazingly so! and those people do it all the time. With zeal, and passion, and unwavering faith in their self-important missions.
Thanks for reading.
Richard Guest said:
Told with beautiful economy. Love the winking earlobes – that’s so evocative of that kind of event. Wonderful.
mj said:
Yup! we’ve seen those, and then promised ourselves to keep away in the future, right…?!
mj said:
Thank you Richard. It was my first… and last… I just could not stomach the artificiality of it.
Vijayakumar Kotteri said:
“Winking earlobes” is my favourite too.
mj said:
🙂
Geetha said:
I have never attended one, but I could visualize this gathering of the well-meaning quite clearly. Brilliant metaphors.
mj said:
Thanks Geetha! 🙂