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
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