Here no scent of
camellias hangs over
a nuptial bed
No path protected
in her life
Why has she spent
so much time
listing the labels
when now all is out-priced?
Brides and mothers
heavy with care
pass by her
while she sits
and stares
at the stars
They lay down at her feet
tales countless
of privation
complain that they can
no longer afford
to have their eyebrows threaded
every second week
at the local parlour
but she has the stars, and who knows what is looking back. love your work Claine
ReplyDeleteThanks James. I have been enjoying reading your work also.
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