My apprenticeship poems,
Thursday, 10 April 2014
The wind rocked her up the lane,
her fragile balance knocked
slightly sideways. her fingers locked
tightly around her shopping bag.
She had bought a loaf of bread,
sausages and red tomatoes
for dinner. She headed home
her grey hair wild and tangled.
She grimly battled to the top.
hatless, chilled and breathless.
Two boys spat at her, jeered
at the rag she called a coat.
They laughed and grabbed her bag,
said the hag should be dead.
Swaggered off. Shocked, very shaken,
her screams spiraled to an empty sky.
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