Saturday, January 22, 2011

Magpie Tales 49 - POEM: A Day Out

A Day Out

A trio of women
blades slung over shoulders,
slug their way to the pond,
their trails in the banks
of quiet white mark
their pilgrimage-

No socks to mend
no laundry, no meals
to be accounted for-
their voices clamoring
escape         they will
upon arrival  -  in
their most unlady-like fashion
cut loose on their secret mirror
under a cloudy sky;
skating, frolicking and acting
like the daughters
they would chastise
for such behavior
on any other day.

2011 © Michael A. Wells

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