Calendars
Looking back, we remark upon another year
crammed with readings,
poetry festivals, am dram rehearsals.
The illustrations? Jaunty railway
posters, preferably from the 1930s,
views of promenade and coast for you,
moors and uplands for me,
awash with confident colours.
Life begins at 60? Too true!
Looking forward, an older woman,
us before too long,
checks her calendar of garden scenes,
watercolours in pale shades,
regularly, on the hour, to remind
her what is happening,
what she should be doing,
and what the date might be,
as days, weeks, years flash by.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 15th Dec 2014 21:04
A really good poem, Greg. It has a targetted audience, yes, but a highly appreciative one. It reads so accurately, and effortlessly, and reeks relate-ability. The last line is super. I had a moment deciphering 'am dram' and then I got it (feeling really stupid!)