Old Ladies at Play, by Viv Blake

Old Ladies at Play
by Viv Blake

Inside we’re all still sixteen,
dancing to Rock Around the Clock.
Outside we hobble
our (plural) chins wobble –
who cares.
We begin the beguine,
the dance of the era
our parents were young
it’s all a chimera.
We straighten our form,
and kick up a storm
as,  abandoned, we fling
limbs hither and yon
in a gay attempt at rebirth,
to tie one on.

 

 

 

Viv Blake is a late-developing poet and quilter living in rural France, recently published in The Book of Love and Loss, and in the first issue of Gnarled Oak

 

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