Driving With the Girls

It was a short drive, Spring came and passed, then Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Five windows for this travelling vehicle into each window a woman peers. One once had the name of ‘love’, another looks inward fearfully still. ‘Loathing’ shows her rigidly masked face, then next, the soft glow of ‘sorrow,’ seeks to see who is driving me. Lastly there is Mavis, she who loved fast cars, roads and journeys. She who sleeps with older men, to comfort them when the loud revving engine of death keeps them up all night.