Spinster Poem by David Wood
Spinster
Every day after walking the dog I slip
Into the café and every day she walks in alone.
Toast washed down with tea then reads the paper.
No suitor for her, her barriers and defences are up
High for everybody to see. She is like a solitary cuckoo
In a nest high in the trees surrounded by a wood wrapped
In a forest. An enigma.
She was the perpetual winter of discontent. Frosty. Cold
Icy finger tips wrapped around the cup on a hot summer
Day. Where were the flowers in her borders? Where was the love.
Her flowers were in disarray, as barren as a drought in summer.
Yet she was delicate, willowy; a frail frame holding everything
Together. A rare beauty like a wild cornflower
Blowing in the wind waiting to be picked.
You are very talented, know how to make a write alive...what more to say? haha_Soul
I felt sad reading this. But that means you did a great job expressing yourself. Well done!
Wow Your selection of words as usual a pearl and this is lovely with imagery nice
A rare beauty like a wild cornflower Blowing in the wind... Beautiful way to describe 'she was delicate, willowy'. Your feelings are finely embedded. Thank you.
what a beautiful looking! You can see what nobody else sees! Just beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Love the description, A wild Cornflower and a spinster with so many stories to tell. How wonderful it would be to hear those stories. My 92 year old neighbour tells me such beautiful stories. Thank Yoou David