I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson
By elsie katz
Tue, 17 Sep 2013
I love the virginal power of Rosemary Wilkinson,
lifelong daughter of Exmouth recently retired from
office work. Louts who mock her grey didacticism
on the late train when her patience snaps fear the
unsullied clarity with which she illustrates their true
colours. Long ago she learned that the available genepool
at the Marine Base at Lympstone Commando or the raucous
nightclub fling in Plymouths' Union Street along with her little
flock of palsy walsy hoydens readymadeup and primed to
vomit and taste synthetic regret could never be hers.
She still existed and in time nourished a life with her
pure radiant wintry sunbeams.
From lack of loss she kept her direct unwavering
intelligence and forthright analytic skills intact.
Emma, Helen and the rest never needed her advice
when their men love-ratted and tomcatted yet she
was ever the first port of call when machines and
systems went down. They will struggle on Monday
morning. Inevitably after exhausting all options else
they will offer her ad hoc work. She will be able to
name her terms well before Yule.
Her humour is tart and crisp like a russet
windfall it happened along the way her good
surprise. It is nonironic and holds an element of
freespirited joy. Rosemary selects words carefully
plucking them from her generous and extremely bright
bouquet. She will explain herself when asked.
What family she is from is immaterial as is
whether she is intimate with another person I
know nothing about. She is mine. I gestated her
two years before this and fined-tuned her last night.
Needing only a drip of coffee attached to my arm
and the regular air and gaseous compounds in
my sitting room I birthed Rosemary at home.
These days she is my new best imaginary friend.
Where to? (as we say in Devon). Rosemary is far more
equal to longhaul wanderings than I. You can bet your baht
she can navigate a streetfinder do rapid mental arithmetic in
the gaudy hurdy-gurdy silken souk. She will do my bidding
buying purple mantles shot with natures' green. We will set
up in import-export. She's coming with me!