Despite the big tummy and hips,
despite the saggy tits,
despite the increasing wrinkles,
I am beautiful!
Everyone says so.
I post my photos on facebook,
carefully chosen of course
but still revealing I’m aged,
and compliments proliferate.
It’s a satisfying feeling.
When I was young,
I was the un-beautiful girl,
wallflower at dances.
(Or was that for the two left feet
and being too shy to talk?)
Anyway, I was never going to be
a Playboy centrefold,
and the boys never swarmed, buzzing.
I’m not sure how I scored
the three husbands, all the lovers.
But now I’m beautiful.
It’s a proven fact.
And when I walk down the street
or into the shops,
people smile and call me darling.
At nearly 75, finally
I made it. I think it must be
because I’m a witch. I prayed —
no, not to the Devil, you fool.
He doesn’t exist. The Devil’s a myth.
But when I was young
and felt the lack,
I prayed hard for beauty.
And kept on praying. Now
here it is! The Goddess is good.
31 Poems in 31 Days (from Poewar / Writer's Resource Center). Prompt: Write a poem in the first person that makes a definitive statement. Stand behind something you believe or tell a bold lie. Either way, embrace what you have to say.
Yes, you are, Rosemary! I resonate with this poem. I never felt pretty when I was young either though now I suspect we may have been and just didnt know it........but today I am really laughing at myself. I went and got a witch's hat (which suits me only too well) as I wanted a photo like yours. The result is horrifying and I am now in need of Trauma Therapy, hee hee. Best I just wear the hat and forget about the photo! I need a new neck. Or neck socks, one or the other.
ReplyDeleteAww, I was hoping to see you in hat! :)
DeleteIt's a proven fact, dearest Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you agree.
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