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