Anecdote
a lady of swollen years
sat knitting with glorious colours
she said her name was
saint something or other
I didn’t quite catch it
must have been the gum she was chewing
her lipstick was smeared
anyway I asked what she was making
she said stain glass windows
for the cathedral being built behind her
I wasn’t going to believe her
but I couldn’t help it
she rolled her next joint
with incredible conviction
raypool
Sat 20th Jun 2020 22:41
Hi Clive.
I've just read assiduously all your posts on here and am intrigued. This one bears fruit for me as it wanders between a perceived insanity and a purpose, never yielding a straight line. Just the idea of swollen years is completely original. The other poems too have great moments and are all to me entertaining , but that's my sense of humour. Excuse me for not individually commenting, life is short and not always sweet.
Ray