The Crones

Reminiscent of times passed
sitting on the stoop
cigarette dangling from lips
beer bottle gripped loosely
fingers playing a tune
a steady beat
as fireflies begin to dot the night.
Psssst………
did you hear
about yourself
the stories that are told
the ideas that are spouted
from your lips
to god’s ear
does not make it
TRUTH!
What did I do now?
Skin a cat?
Teach an old dog new tricks?
Walked under a ladder
and had a black cat cross my path?
Deadly squints
shuttered glares
voices become quiet
please
please
c’mon let’s dance.
Into the darkness I disappear
away from old biddies
whose tongues do wag
whose tales are not theirs to tell
who without fault
without irony
carrying on with their crime
of judgement.

©Nov. 11/19
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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