Once seen, this image stayed tattooed to the back of my consciousness.
At first I thought it was the crook of Liz’s neck, the jabbing of her hip or that top (is it a bra?), which makes me think of petals made of desiccated clouds… But no, after a second (and a thirteenth) look, I knew it was the rope that kept the scene tied to my mind.
It’s just that some girls can do wonders with a rope. Remember little Mary Lennox? The moment she got her rope, she resurrected The Secret Garden, skipped the contrariness out of her pursed lips and put some healthy meat on her bones.
What about the Lady in “The Yellow Wallpaper”? Getting a tad darker, I know. But can you deny it? Thought not; that elusive rope—the one she hid from nurse, society and husband—remains tight around the neck of beliefs that have always tried to pretend that women aren’t as human as men.
Yes, girls can do wonders with ropes… and brains.
for Magpie Tales 231