Mother Time
She slips out of silk,
slides, fluid on a chair
twists lovers in white hair
and scrubs at thin skin,
wasting away, wasting.
Susan Jarvis
Exquisitely raw and vivid... a dark delight of an impacting poem. Great to see you back!! :)
Exquisitely raw and vivid... a dark delight of an impacting poem. Great to see you back!! :)
kath
Age catches us up and overtakes our ability to hope dreams will come true. Suddenly, instead of the past encroaching, it's the future that seems all too insistent. My mum still puts the curlers in her thin hair, like lovers, they have been her constant companions. xxxxxxx
Age catches us up and overtakes our ability to hope dreams will come true. Suddenly, instead of the past encroaching, it's the future that seems all too insistent. My mum still puts the curlers in her thin hair, like lovers, they have been her constant companions. xxxxxxx
Pendemic
I enjoyed this piece, a true depiction.
I enjoyed this piece, a true depiction.
Fay Slimm
A perceptive gem of a description of Mother Time. Good to see you posting again Claire - - welcome back.
A perceptive gem of a description of Mother Time. Good to see you posting again Claire - - welcome back.
tom balch
Mother time to perfection.
Mother time to perfection.
More than memorable. Calls to mind an aphorism I learned overseas: "Make sure before you look at it, because you'll never forget it".