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
There's a young girl in all of we older women!
ReplyDeleteWell said!
Oh but for just a few moments of gliding like angels, flying on air, wondrous joyful (unladylike) behavior... But who would miss a moment like this!
ReplyDeleteWell done Michael. I can sense the escapism (from the domestic chores!)and the frivolity of the girls in your lovely poem. Beautifully captured.
ReplyDeleteOh...so true! A clever interpretation for sure.
ReplyDeleteI love to imagine their escape.
ReplyDeleteA brilliant poem, my favorite part being, "cut loose on their secret mirror
ReplyDeleteunder a cloudy sky." Well done Magpie!
Lovely write, very well done Michael. love it :)
ReplyDeleteShort Poems
A thrilling escape!
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