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New girl

For a variety of reasons, I left my long teaching career last year and now hold a new post in a museum. Adjusting to being 'the new girl' in my mid-fifties is not easy!

Rachel GoslingJune 2, 202616 views
New girl

Help!

Unsure

Floundering

Seeking new skills

Confidence shattered

Clumsy fingers bash till

Until it deigns to open

Years of confidence eroded

Tumbling down through the status strata

My teacher badge replaced by dogs-body

 

Like a marionette, I dance and twitch

Listen hard yet fail to catch the tune

My befuddled brain is baffled

Sharp words wound; disdain destroys

Slow to learn new rhythms

Mistakes multiply

Aplomb absent

My courage

Rises

Up

 

 

 

 

 

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The Words That Got to Me

My courage Rises Up and THAT is the important thing

Oh, Rachel, you're smart. You'll learn quickly. You have interest or you wouldn't have applied. and one thing I've learned, having reached an age where remembering things is iffy at best, you are young and will remember the things you learn and do fine. Your poem expresses your concern in desperate tone--are there really sharp words used against you there? I'm sure you will catch on quickly to spite them! Anyway, your poem is clever and fun to read, as I sit here not under pressure, like you are. Good luck to you. I hope you get to love it soon.

Thank you Katharine! I’ll get there. 😀

Ohh, NOTHING makes a person feel less competent overall than a new job. OYYY!! SO much to learn, SO much about which one has absolutely no idea!! Definitely not an undertaking for sissies. Thankfully, YOU ARE NOT A SISSY!! You are a BULLDOZER, and you will get to where you need to be in record time. Mark my words on that!! Show 'em what you're made of, Woman! I'm here on the sidelines rooting for you. xoxoxo

Thanks Rachelle- I’ll get there! 😀 Nothing if not stubborn and determined!

Tim Margetts

6/3/2026

The Words That Got to Me

"Tumbling down through the status strata" That's a clever use of language to capture the feeling of an uncontrolled drop in status. "My teacher badge replaced by dogs-body" It's specific, relatable, and contains a touch of humour alongside the hurt.

Suggestions / Possible Tweaks

"Aplomb absent" works mechanically, but feels a little more abstract than the wonderful imagery elsewhere.

The double nonnet form suits this poem so well. It captures the fall and rise of this personal journey. The opening carries the weight of so many changing careers later in life, while the second half brings about the resilient stubbornness born of experience at overcoming obstacles. It would have been very easy to have this poem descend almost into self-pity; instead, you leave me with a sense of hope and an understanding of your confidence and determination to succeed.

Thank you Tim.