I’ve never used the word “calumny.” To be honest I wasn’t sure what it meant. Thank goodness for Google!
I’m trying now to craft a poem around this word “calumny” that popped into my mind apropos of nothing. Words do that to me sometimes.
CALUMNY
Calumny, she said to me, ended my career. I’d arisen from nothing, no pedigree, no expertise,
With tears in my eyes I begged her to explain her downfall. Did calumny cause you
Pain? I asked. Was it akin to a canker sore or a bunion? She laughed ruefully. No, it was much worse.
You see I’d trusted someone and they smeared my name. Made me the fool of their wicked game.
And just like that, my reputation was beyond repair. I didn’t laugh, but still perplexed. Calumny
Isn’t a physical malady? It sounds like a blow to the gut. Again, she smiled. Close, but no cigar.
Praying for Eyebrowz 