Tony Jolley

Pigtails

Pigtails.
She had pigtails.
Long pigtails:
Out of the ordinary pigtails,
A too long to be true,
Can't help but stare
Sort of pigtails.

You're picturing a young girl,
Aren't you?
A Heidi.
Fourteen or fifteen
Running across a prairie....

She was tugging them down
From under a black, tea-cosy-type hat:
All warm and waiting for winter,
Pulling them about like a pair of unruly puppies
Who wouldn't stay where they were put.
60 rather than 16,
Toting all her worldly goods about
In a big, black, bin-liner bag;
To those 'above the lifeline'
A lost soul falling off the frail frontier
Of self-respect and state subsidy,
Sliding slowly but surely into invisibility
To our supposed civilised society.

But she still cared for her hair:
Her own small glory.

Clearly, so very evidently:
Here was a lady.



[Just a brief glimpse of a woman on the Rebberg Hill - a rich area of Mulhouse, France - her situation contrasted dramatically with her surroundings, but in her 'previous life-before-the-fall' I have this feeling she knew the area well]

Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2009

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  • Fay SlimmFay Slimm (9/18/2009 3:39:00 PM)

    You penned a clear picture of the many who fall foul of the complexities in life Tony - - and yet who try to preserve some dignity..... a fine piece as a tribute to those who try. 10 + + + Fay

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  • Carol Gall (9/18/2009 1:42:00 PM)

    truly a lady wonderful poem 10

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  • Mimi Brown (9/18/2009 12:17:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. The woman reminds me of my grandmother who wore her very long hair in braids until she died. thanks.

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  • Sandra MartyresSandra Martyres (9/18/2009 12:03:00 PM)

    60 rather than 16,
    Toting all her worldly goods about
    In a big, black, bin-liner bag;
    To those 'above the lifeline'
    A lost soul falling off the frail frontier
    Of self-respect and state subsidy,
    Sliding slowly but surely into invisibility
    To our supposed civilised society.


    A very touching piece Tony - nicely written...

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