love in middle age is
standing in the supermarket carpark
fumbling in your backpack
for your phone.
rummaging for your spectacles
so you can read the text.
juggling technology
as your heart breaks.
hiding your eyes behind sunglasses
feeling stupid and too old for this.
love is a ridiculous woman
sitting alone on a
sodden bench
in autumn
watching sparrows.
Yeh, it's brill! ;-)
<Deleted User> (7789)
Wed 8th Sep 2010 21:16
I couldn't read this cos i couldn't find my reading glasses - but i'm sure it's very good!
Thank you Cynthia. I do have lots of sparrows in my garden, yes. But do all take on board that the poet is not necessarily writing about herself or indeed her neighbourhood sparrows!
Perhaps 'a sodden woman sitting on a bench in autumn watching sparrows' reaps even more empathy. It would certainly imply 'ridiculous'. This is a good poem, and a good umbrella theme too, Ann: LOVE IS. You are so fortunate to still have sparrows; Sale is completely barren.
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Ann Foxglove
Thu 9th Sep 2010 08:47
As I just said to Antonionioni - Stef - yeh! It's brill! (ornly jorkin'!) xx