Independence Days

Silvers strands line her hair like salt in an aquamarine ocean Wrinkles shine in ripples on the quiet foreshore of hindsight She dyed her hair blue today because she can The engine still roars when she puts her walking stick aside Mounts the quad bike and sails through the isles in the shop A keeper of memories she sounds out her youth Joints crackle the tune while she dances in rhythm and rhyme Sings aloud from a mind set alight to a chorus of an angel She never consulted for divine intervention Close to the checkout the tattoo on her belly wriggles and chimes A lip ring as long as a tear drop from heaven tickles her fancy Firmly lodged in faith compassion and love At the exit a watchman guards safe passage and kindness And wonders what pills she is on to proceed with such joy An unredeemable survivor of a rebellious soul They call her a basket case but her crazy insanity keeps her together Purple mascara and face paint are waiting for a final farewell Just for today she will colour the shadows of her rainbow 04th June 2019 A Contest of Ageing Sponsor Emile Pinet