Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Morning in the Old Folks Home

One spinster 
strapped to her wheelchair
lightly sucks juice 

from a beaker
at breakfast 

and lies on a mat 

on the floor 
of her room
in the night. 

Was there 
an earthquake last night? 

she suddenly asks.

It's a spiritual dream 
 she has had

I say to the girl 
now opening 
her egg.


  1. I like the way youhave started writing two separate but connected poems in one Gwil. You paint a sad picture of an old folks home though.But then I suppose they are always sad places however hard they try to be otherwise.

  2. Hi Pat, almost on the same theme you might like my Salvador Dali quote in my quotes section below. Top one.


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