Wild Women of a Certain Age - by
My sisters, the time has come
/ to let your hair grow long and wild and grey,
/ to cast away the heated rollers…
My sisters, the time has come
/ to let your hair grow long and wild and grey,
/ to cast away the heated rollers…
wise women
welcome as sunshine
spreading delight
I join the usual coven in the pool, ladies past
a certain age, warming up their tonsils.
Who can gauge our range or pace? Every woman, / a signal tower, an illusion, a ship bearing dead ahead.
Inna calabash
tell them that the baby
that count in them census already
Inna calabash
Enjoy abseiling, hang-gliding, rollercoasters.
/ Are sloping off for a sly fag mid-morning.
/ Don’t care what they eat: fish suppers,
/ pizza, doughnuts, Campbell’s…
Ana Dali, Salvador’s sister,
/ shown here in an ominous frock,
/ eloped with an amorous easel
/ to the melting apartment block.
/ She waves through a…
Tak ma croon, an dinna fash – / aa yon wis ower fur me lang syne.
July 1919
/
/ Now we must go back again to the world
/ Full of grey ghosts and voices of men dying,
/ And in the…
Five thousand years between us, and yet
not a moment, it seems – recognition
like that spark you’d know how to strike
from stone.
How does she feel? Hey, girl, did it feel strange / To be waiting for the a-changing times to change?…
She is getting good and ready to renounce
/ his sweet flesh.
/ Not just for lent. (For
/ Ever)
/ But meanwhile she is assembling the ingredients
/ for…