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The Old Woman

Shawled against the damp night chill, she waits slumped low, crumbled in her favorite chair. Old and tired she waits. Eyes, once bright, cast a milky stare blind to all but distant memories and moments carved treasured wooden dolls faces and form now whittled away unrecognizable. Lines and furrows etch the frail countenance struggling in vain to see a fast approaching destiny. Daylight dims as twilight fades, and lurking in the corner there, A Dark Shadow smiles. . . . . as the old woman waits Alone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/15/2014 10:41:00 PM
Very nice piece Gail! Xxxx D.
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Gail Roberts
Date: 10/15/2014 10:56:00 PM
Thank you, Dorian. I am new here and still struggling to find my voice.
Date: 10/15/2014 3:36:00 PM
this is amazing, Gail. You are a very bright new talent here at Soup. A fave on this one.
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Date: 10/15/2014 5:16:00 PM
Andrea. . .Thank you, but I have no idea what I'm doing so any help/ideas/criticism is welcome I've read some of your offerings and am blown away by the imagery and feelings.
Date: 10/15/2014 1:52:00 PM
Very beautiful Gail. I enjoyed reading your poem.
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Gail Roberts
Date: 10/15/2014 5:16:00 PM
Thank you Brenda. . . but I have no idea what I'm doing
Date: 10/15/2014 12:43:00 PM
It is risk for the old woman to wait alone.nice.
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Date: 10/15/2014 5:17:00 PM
Thank you. I'm trying to learn to put pen to paper and have it turn out to be something decent.