Sally Plumb Plumb

Rookie - 310 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Killing Time


Suddenly, I'm old.
My bones, slaked with cold,
jangle with the sound
of rubbing in my ears.
Tears don't come easy.

The teasing street wind
whistles without favour,
and I am slow.

Taking refuge in Tesco,
talking to widow women,
likened with the situation....
their shopping trolleys
half full of expense and need,
I pause....

Freed from time
we kill it
with our jargon.

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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