Poetry: “Faithful to the End – Variation on a theme” by Kay Divant

Hand painted scarf by Kay Divant

I met Kay Divant when she visited our Poetry Salon in February.


by Kay Divant

…..   and doesn’t it put one awfully in mind of that well off but very self-absorbed person, the husband who died practically pauperizing his dear and lovely wife by directing in a moment of ecstasy that the majority of his net worth be disposed in the outfit of his memorial service and burial?  None could understand it, some thought he had gone quite mad at the end from eating beef, some wondered was it even possible?

Meanwhile her girlfriends talked of the atrociousness of how their friend had been left; and they flocked around her in her time of need and loss with great sensitivity and sympathy.  They were full of admiration for how well she was bearing up and, finally, martinis in hand, alone together on the deck, they raised their questions to her of HOW she was carrying it off so well and HOW she had managed to remain faithful to his last wishes. And how HAD she been able to spend all that money on his final service…..

Well, she said, a man’s last wish is his last wish and deserves to be honored. Then she began to run down the cost…of the caterers, the limos, the casket, the flying in of the distant friends, the wonderful little Turnbull & Asser chemise–subtly soiled with just a touch of her favorite lipstick shade– so aptly placed commemorating a private act. And all the other little this’s and that’s, and the lengths that one can go to in arranging –,  from the appropriate virile crudeness of the celebratory Wake, to the magnificently refined priest, chosen for his elocution, and his taste in whiskey and impeccably cut chasubles and matching stoles—.

But of course, she said, that hardly made a dent.  In the final analysis, it was the memorial stone.  Granite or marble? And what did you have engraved? they wanted to know. How expensive was the real estate required?

Leaning back pensively she raised an eyebrow, and with her empty glass let the olive gently buss her lip before replying

—  De Beers, 15 carats. Colorless.

Kay Divant
Valentine’s Day 2012

Kay Divant


Kay wrote her own bio:

I have worked as a writer and editor in the financial markets, in private scientific research institutes, and in high-tech R&D firms. I served on the English faculty at the University of New Hampshire.

On leaving the university, I established a studio in Boston and made installation and text-based art works. I worked in the arts and non-profit sectors, revitalizing and running a corporate donors program for the Massachusetts Cultural Alliance, writing grants and collaborating with Boston-area artists and architects on public art projects to “reclaim holes in the urban tapestry” (areas blighted by urban planning).

I am a classically trained pianist, have written books of poetry and am now working on a book of monologues. I’ve given readings and exhibited art works in Boston, New England and New York and recently returned to Los Angeles.

  I collect, promote, and show the works of a group of five contemporary American artists with the goal of introducing them to the west coast collectors and galleries who will embrace them. I love beautiful work that radiates gravity, historical depth, play, and virtuosity.


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19 Responses to Poetry: “Faithful to the End – Variation on a theme” by Kay Divant

  1. magsx2 says:

    You meet so many interesting people, how very lucky you are.
    I love the scarf, and the I certainly did enjoy reading “Faithful to the End” now of course I will have to read the rest as well, very interesting. 🙂
    Great bio as well, Kay Divant is certainly are very remarkable Lady.

    • dearrosie says:

      Hi Mags,
      I am in lucky that I get to meet so many wonderful people. I’m happy to hear you enjoyed reading Kay’s poem, and like her illustrattion. She’s a very talented woman.

  2. You meet some fascinating people, Rosie. A diamond ring for a memorial stone was definitely poetic justice! The design on the scarf is lovely, too…

  3. I really enjoyed this writing! I will be interested in learning more about Kay Divant’s work…she seems to have almost limited interests! And talent, I would say. I am sure it is a pleasure to meet so many interesting artiists and creatives in your work, and probably many of them provide great personal creative inspiration! Very nice! Debra

    • dearrosie says:

      Hi Debra,
      I hope that Kay will share more of her poems on my blog when she sees how much you all enjoyed this poem. She is a woman of many talents.

      I get to meet so many interesting creative people but the frustrating part is I can only catch a few minutes at my cash register because they are rushing off and I’m working!

  4. souldipper says:

    Oh, very clever and very well written. Clean, succinct and full without wordiness. Kay has it!

  5. Kay Divant says:

    Oh my god you are all so generous and encouraging, and make me feel so welcome on this blog! I love the fact that Rosie has made it so that we can share things in this way—whether they be observations or “observations”. All is, ultimately, observation, and response. That’s the live human!
    And thank you Rosie for inviting me to join in! You’re the best and I hope (between eye and tooth) we will walk soon, carefree on the beaches!
    xo K

    • dearrosie says:

      It’s my great pleasure to welcome you to my blog Kay. As you can see everyone loved your poem, and I know I speak for all of us when I say that we look forward to reading more of your words over here.

      We will do that walk soon. For sure.

  6. shoreacres says:

    What a fine piece of writing, Personally, I wouldn’t call it a poem, but it matters not a whit what I’d call it. I enjoyed it very much, and laughed with delight at the end.

    What a wonderful world we live in – so many surprises, so many twists and turns – just like our tunnels!

    • dearrosie says:

      Hi Linda,
      I believe it’s a form of poetry called a prose poem of which Wikipedia says;

      “Prose poetry is poetry written in prose instead of using verse but preserving poetic qualities such as heightened imagery and emotional effects.”


      I’m sure Kay will be delighted to read your comment. I think the biggest complement for any poet is to know that someone liked their poem so much that she laughted with delight at the end.

      • shoreacres says:

        Yes, I know about prose poetry. I happened to think it’s a false category, but there you are. I’m old and have hardening of the categories, I suppose. Luckily, it’s a disease that doesn’t lessen enjoyment of any writing, including Kay’s piece here.

        There’s a site called The Prose-Poem Project dedicated to the form. There’s an interesting paragraph written there by the editors, which includes this little snippet:
        “This literary journal/website exists in the hope that readers and writers — whether those new to prose poetry or those already enamored/wary of the genre — will appreciate the prose poems posted here, and, better still, will add to the collective definition of this bullied but resilient form…”

        In short, there’s divided opinion on the genre. On the other hand, I love poetic prose, so even my own opinion is divided!

  7. Sybil says:

    What a hoot ! Loved the poem/story.

  8. Great post, awesome poem, and what an interesting woman! Thanks for sharing, Rosie darling!!!

  9. munchow says:

    It’s a great little story you present for us here, and so elegantly written. I can almost feel the shock among her friends. Certainly they could think of a better use of the fortune… The story gives a satirical view (at least in my eyes) into quite a different life than my own. Well, at least I would never be able get a De Beers on my tombstone. Or even have one in marble for that matter. Send my admiration to Kay. And, Rosanne, thanks for sharing this.

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