Serious Women
For serious women everywhere, for Philippa and, today, for Rosie
Serious Women
Some of us have faces
That are less inclined to mirth
Mapped upon them traces
Of the journey from our birth
Inscrutable, mysterious
The face our mother gave
Inherently quite serious
Disconcerting, grave
See us in the street and we are
Focussed and unblinking
Eyes fixed on horizon far
Minding our own thinking
We’re not sad, or mad or bad
It’s just the face we’ve grown
You don’t know the life we’ve had
So frankly, mind your own
Control your neediness and fear
Your urge to poke and pry
We save for folk who hold us dear
The twinkle in our eye
“Give us a smile, darling”
“It hasn’t happened yet”
Trite words to get us snarling
“Excuse me? Wanna bet?”
To the endless trivial
Comments offered everyday
We respond with the convivial
“It’s just arranged that way!”
If you don’t understand my face
How dare you stoop to diss it
My **** is well imbued with grace
So kiss it
by Gail
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