My fifty-fifth long ago disappeared In the rear-view mirror. Another birthday looms mirrorless – unless I can find a looking-glass that zooms in and out, magnifies my cuckoo soul, the one with the glow, gorgeous and free of blemishes. Old age crosses the road slowly, turning to smile knowingly, making me wait at life’s crossing. […]
Tag: Ageing
Growing Old
I may have a senior railcard and silver streaks in my hair, but my fallen leaves rustle and sing like the dancing leaves of early spring. No flying south for winter, I’m no grizzled, dingy skipper but a quiet blue or marbled white, gently fanning the paling light. When I pull on my Dr Marten’s […]
On Ageing
Another response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain Invaded by an alien blue veins are pulsing marbled mud breasts desiccated, juiceless buds skin has become reptilian amber hair is now dusty grey can’t sleep at night and doze all day heart that once soared now only thuds I have […]
writing in north norfolk 