Yesterday I was in Birmingham at a writers’  festival. I enjoyed it even though the rain was hammering down on the marquee and everyone looked about forty years younger than me. Ruminating on age made me think of this:




I turn to the girl beside me

the girl with the festering hair

and a dress in a drift of orange and pink

[It’s odd- but I really don’t care.]

And I  say…

Do you think perhaps I could borrow

those boots you’re wearing today

I’ve never before worn a turquoise pair

and I think I can safely say

that if you’ll  swap with my sensible  flats

in a middling kind of beige

everything else might sort of change –

 we could forget the taboo about age.



About rhymebydesign

Mother, grandmother, mainstream poet and short story writer. Started off in life as a teacher, but then moved out of the classroom in to educational administration. Curious about what makes people tick, including my own tickings! I enjoy long walks, thought provoking books, theatre and leading a simple life. I offer a customised poetry writing service for any occasion you might like to mark. Contact me at rhymebydesign@hotmail.com for a quick quote.

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