by Kerilyn Mamrosh
Miss Ella, I heard about you once.
A Southern Girl from Montgomery.
You had beauty like Bits of Paradise.
And you were The Girl with Talent;
A dancer, diver, painter, and writer.
I guess your mother named you right
Because you were as free as the gypsies.
You were the face of the 20’s.
Always getting wasted
Then you wasted away
With A Couple of Nuts.
A schiz they said.
It’s no name for a belle.
But your instability grew.
Like the fire that did ruin you.
We’ll remember you always.
Like we remember your Scott.
A power together.
The Beautiful and Damned.Last Updated: 4/8/13