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A Madam's Journal
April 2, 1939 in Dallas, Texas
As I sit here in the dimly lit parlor of Frogtown, my mind drifts back to a time when the scent of whiskey and the sound of laughter filled these walls. But tonight, after my work is done, I think back on the one young cowboy who stole my heart.
I can't help but wonder about him, the one who left his child for me to birth. Did he find the peace he sought back in Missouri, nestled in the arms of his wife? Or does he too look back on our time together with a bittersweet longing? Was I ever my most beautiful for him? Will I haunt his memory for the rest of his life?
Was it selfish of me to wish for him to stay, to crave his presence in my life and his money? Or was it just a woman whose love was spread across this town wishing for something deeper. I was a fool. My job is trading in fleeting moments of happiness where nothing lasts beyond the night.
Where will my cowboy’s life lead him? He’ll have a wife’s needs to meet and I have my men from the street.
As I sit here in the dimly lit parlor of Frogtown, my mind drifts back to a time when the scent of whiskey and the sound of laughter filled these walls. But tonight, after my work is done, I think back on the one young cowboy who stole my heart.
I can't help but wonder about him, the one who left his child for me to birth. Did he find the peace he sought back in Missouri, nestled in the arms of his wife? Or does he too look back on our time together with a bittersweet longing? Was I ever my most beautiful for him? Will I haunt his memory for the rest of his life?
Was it selfish of me to wish for him to stay, to crave his presence in my life and his money? Or was it just a woman whose love was spread across this town wishing for something deeper. I was a fool. My job is trading in fleeting moments of happiness where nothing lasts beyond the night.
Where will my cowboy’s life lead him? He’ll have a wife’s needs to meet and I have my men from the street.
Published 22nd Feb 2024
Author's Note
My fictional take on what the Madam, Queen of Frogtown, might have felt if she ever fell in love when she was younger. Pic was scanned from documents from that time. This little piece of fiction is based on a cowboy's poem: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/503795-ode-to-ginger-gold-madam-of-frogtown/
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22nd Feb 2024 5:49pm
A clever working that links with the poem before it and gives voice to its female character. Few women of the streets wrote memoirs. As to the cowboy, he had WWII to survive if he could not avoid the draft.
22nd Feb 2024 9:17pm
