Susan Ashdown
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Behind this smile is a host of mixed emotions.
Like a scared rabbit I want to stand stock-still
In the stare of headlight-eyes.
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She sits in the lamplight and
with carefully crafted quill
pens out her most precious thoughts.
She loves him still.
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She drifted in with the mist
As if kissed by the air
Floating there in the half light
Blessed by time and the sight of home.
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All my emotions are jostling-jangling for first place
In a body that feels as if time has no substance.
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Susan Ashdown Biography
I started writing poetry and short stories in my late forties. I find it fun, and therapeutic too. I grew up surrounded by books, and they are still my constant love. I have one published poem in an anthology entitled, 'Still Life'. The publisher is United Press Ltd. Some of my work also appears on the 1066 Art Gallery website: www.1066artgallery.co.uk)
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Behind This Smile
Behind this smile is a host of mixed emotions.
Like a scared rabbit I want to stand stock-still
In the stare of headlight-eyes.
Their interrogating concern
Prompts my reply in cautious terms.
“A little up-hill, one day at a time...how are you? ”
And a brief breathing spell,
Whilst I try to take in
News I’ll certainly forget.
Racing for refuge, making for home,
Ever conscious of quizzing stares.
“Do I have the right shoes on
is my hair a mess
what’s my face doing
is it giving the game away? ”
Behind my solitude-safe door I pant.
Gulping in calming-quiet-air.
I did better last time.
Caffeine stillness takes me over,
And my trembling voice demands,
“Smile, it suits you! ”
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4/27/2024 9:30:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Susan, your poems seem to me to show a real poetic talent. But reading 'Be Lucky', there's something I can't quite put my finger on. It's to do with presenting a poem to the public without calling - consciously or unconsciously - for sympathy; which such a poem would arouse naturally. The old phrase 'trespassing on someone's sympathy' is a rather harsh expression of this. It's something to do with poetic self-containment. The Chinese are so good at this! I hope you can make sense of this? I wouldn't write if it weren't that your poetry impresses me... Best, Michael