Becoming an Alien

blue veins pulse marbled mud

skin has become reptilian
breasts desiccated, juiceless buds

amber hair is now dusty grey
a heart that once soared now only thuds
have I become an alien?

Kim M. Russell, 15th November 2018

Image result for paintings and artwork old woman Klimt
Old Woman by Gustav Klimt

My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Ode to Age

Sumana is hosting this week with an ode to age. She has given us plenty to think about with quotations from William B. Tappan and Francis Bacon, a haiku by Basho and the wonderful ‘Ode to Age’ by Pablo Neruda. She says we may write about youth, old age or even about a distinct period of history or literature, and eminent literary or historical figures in our poems are also welcome. I have revisited a poem from 2016 and rewritten it as a cherita.

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8 thoughts on “Becoming an Alien

  1. O my, yes. And why do we feel alien? There is such little love for mortality, we often judge the book by the cover. If only we can teach and learn to value the journey and its scars. And yet, the image in this cherita has an amused tone. This narrator does not feel abused. Sharing!

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