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
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.
writing in north norfolk 
So beautifully and brilliantly the pangs of old age is depicted here! This cherita and Gustav Klimt’s work complement each other.
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Thank you so much, Sumana.
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I like that you take it lightly!! Just as well.
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If I didn’t, I’d probably cry.
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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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The poor woman as depicted by Klimt might well feel depressed….lol…….thankfully, these days, many women age wonderfully…….radiant from within.
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😁
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