Inspired by the words of Christina Henry, in her novel, ‘The Girl in Red’:
‘.. a cloak made of tired that pressed down on her shoulders and made her neck droop.’ (p.32)
And by my memory of lamp I once owned, in the shape of a lady wearing a crinoline dress – a lady whose undergarments had been replaced by a lightbulb! Needless to say, my father confiscated the said lamp, deeming it to be unsafe – when the good lady’s skirts showed signs of scorching!
Life Lines
Studying the lines in my neck, I see that
at this moment,
they fold down, each one overlapping the one below, as
they compete for one title.
The droopiest one makes it .. all the way
down to the
ground and this is
wonderful.
In my new crinoline skirt, I look and feel …
divine – all of me, held up –
held up and lit up!
Lit up and shining, glowing – a beacon for lives
lived, living and loving.
Lives loving all that is the future.
Lines that droop, lift and revive me.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019
Image adapted from DarkWorkX from Pixabay
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