Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

Wild White Hair - Poem by Sean Godley

The odd time, when I trawl these country roads,
I see the same two women walk along.
Time, like a chip of wind, lives and erodes,
And here has sung his springtime-autumn song:
The road is full of potholes worn with mud,
The farmer’s sheds and tractors brown with rust,
Hedges grow too wild; the sometime ditches flood,
And even trees are flecked with misty dust.
Through this, and in their Sunday best, they walk,
The two old ladies, looking neat and trim,
But for their wild white hair, slow solemn talk,
And weathered gait - like trees; they are too slim.
Like time we pass each other, returning waves,
As time takes all, and with his hands, he paves.

Comments about Wild White Hair by Sean Godley

  • (4/11/2006 8:04:00 AM)

    I love the title you chose Sean. And I know a few older women with that wild white hair that fit perfectly into the description of these women you pass walking. When I see women like this (and you can count on them being exactly in the same place like clockwork) I wish I could walk with them (unseen) just to listen to their conversations. I wonder what they talk about after all that time of being friends.... I loved your poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 18, 2006

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