Monday, December 24, 2018

Arlene Corwin writes

Mourning Song To A Face

Ooh, ooh, I’m vain!
Looked at ye old looking glass again
And there were lines up, down, diagonal
Some long, some short, some horizontal;
More today than yesterday
That tell no lies - “no way!”
(As kids are fond of saying)
(I use) hydrogen peroxide to erase
This beastly ageing of the face
That’s waging war on my, MY face!
How dare you, nature, to disgrace
This face like some decaying carcass!

As I bathe and scrub and rub 
Diagonally and up and down…
Well, at least I’m spotlessly soaped cleaner now.

It nearing Christmas, a new year.
‘New year’ just one advanced age more;
Not benefaction or a gift,
Just one more mourning try to sift
Through shifting cells ‘broke down’,
And trying mainly, vainly not to frown,
Hide through a mask of clown-like makeup
But take up 
The day with an unuttered no opinion. 
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