NOTES FROM THE DOLLHOUSE - CORA

Her life was filled with daydreams.

She preferred to dance in the clouds,

than be bored with high society and their limitations.

She spent her days in her gardens,

and painted on canvas under the moonlight.

Her love for all shades of purple,

could make you insane.

Satin, silk, cotton,

printed or plain.

It did not matter,

She loved it all the same.

She was unapologetically fancy.

Elegant and regal,

Her presence dominated the room.

You listened when Cora spoke.

Wise beyond her years,

she calmed your nerves with one quick glare.

Cora was loving and kind to all she encountered.

Her comforting honey shaded eyes saw the depth of your soul.

But her aura was fierce.

Her beauty striking.

Her voice distinct and bold.

She was petite and dainty.

Most women in town were intimidated by her as

she sat at the table with the men.

They valued her thought and guidance.

Cora was a force.

And just like Laveau, she was sought after by many to balance the energies at the crossroads.

She was the one.

To keep harm away.

Trusted with the key from the ancestors,

she promised to always protect the town, and still does today.