She doesn’t use cream
on her elbows
they are dry and perpendicular
in their neglect
I can loop my fingers
their circumference
smaller than a child’s
she has dark shadows
beneath her
even when she smiles
I am
unable to
stop looking
an egg shell
fallen in perfect half
moon
yet
pearlescent
still
Time does have it’s way
With skin, muscle, bone, and blood
So, isn’t it strange that
Even so, or in spite of all that
Or in defiance,
Or emerging from
A beauty glows
Perfect in it’s way
And captivating?
Spell cast by the crone
The eggshell is such a fine metaphor
the eggshell is a fine metaphor
Oh I like this more than mine! One of your best, especially those first two lines! Brava Rob!
WOW! Thank you. High praise coming from you. (I still like yours better) 🙂