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10 April 2010
Portrait of the Poet as an Old Woman
to hide her knobbly knuckles and liver spots,
or just because she loves them?
They are so many, and so ornate.
And that hair, between pink and purple,
what’s with that? Doesn’t she know she’s old?
But people in the street yell that they love it,
which straightens her back and lightens her step.
Her funny little face is more and more like
her mother’s was in age; this appears
to disconcert her. Regarding herself in the mirror,
her expression is horrified, then resigned.
When we look at our own faces,
do we see them true? Perhaps we see
what we expect or fear. It is always done
self-consciously. How can the soul show through?
April PAD Challenge 9