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

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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