FLYING TIME

Waking to face
a day
breaking already
without you.
Trying to face
a time
ending slowly
with you.

©Millicent Danker

Seen flying

Seen flying (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

25 June 2013

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STEALTHILY

Stealthily she comes,
at first a twinge in
the wrist or that
ache in the lower back

when you wake up, bend
or negotiate the
spiral stairs for the tube –
try to put on your shoe.

You tire, sighing
at the mirror, sighting
a crop of white;
People stand up for you

on trains and buses;
In cafes you stand out
for the choices
you make, your bent

qualifies you for a freedom
pass; you feel patronised
yet want to be prized
for your vintage

whose music no longer
appeals to their ears;
They think your birth
date is historical, hysterical

they ask how you are as if they expect
you will terminate any time soon.

You speak a language
that dates,
choose to visit places
auctioneers like on plates.

You forget why you went
down the high street;
remember the church lady
but not her name. Sweet.

Stealthily she comes,
this thing.

count the stairs.:-)

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They call it ageing.

©Millicent Danker
16 June 2013

SHEDDING

English: Onion

Onion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When you shed layers of conceit
It’s like peeling an onion
Over a lifetime.
You come to the core
But there’s not much there
It’s as if you need the layers
Along the way
To plump your bulb.
Perhaps once you cut into the heart
The Ego dies
It is the end.

©Millicent Danker
9 February 2001 / 13 June 2013

DRESSING UP GIRLS

Why do girls dress up as boys –
wear
unwashed jeans
moccasins
rude Tees
fleece
checks
macs
turned-up trousers
warehouse blazers
sneakers
boxers
rucksacks
haversacks
cargoes
loafers
bootlaces
her tuxedos?

No wonder they turn out
studded
belted
zipped
clipped

cropped
striped
leathered
booted
rugged
faded
jaded
bleeded
blackened
waistless
shapeless
faceless
sexless

Do they know their creators –
those evil brandsmiths
purveyors of design
big money and crime –

Peasant glad rags from
Asian backyards common
made-to-conform
rich-born, pretend-torn

No more that frill, that thrill of
dresses that flatter
head-turning couture in
colours that matter

Whither the turn of ankle
the feminine pout
the sweet sassy sway
of skirts that swish about?

Pushing hard to look like them
on every street in the kingdom
– whether at work or at play –
are we not a tie and a beard away?

©Millicent Danker
10 June 2013

fashionb02

fashionb02 (Photo credit: minijack3)

JUST CHECKING

Questions?

Questions? (Photo credit: Valerie Everett)

Bagless or bagged
Upright trim or squat
Metallic or jazz
A matter of watt
Does she climb stairs
Can she stretch
Pick up cat hairs
How long will she last
How loud, how fast
Wot’s her cost to keep
And can she beep
How heavy is she
Will she treat allergy –

Too many questions
To ponder over
A Dyson, a Hoover
A Miele and more
When all I want
Is a clean floor.

©Millicent Danker
7 June 2013

TO DHANYA ISABEL, NOW 6

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Nana at first, next Danya Bell
from playpen peek-a-boo
to frocked flower-gal
tall now in ballet tutu

posies off, she’s bubble-blowing
frolicking
first stroller, then scooter
toddler to Stagecoacher

wheels-on-a-bus for a time
and twinkling stars
now singing in the rain
around biscuit jars

Like first kiss, first
grandchild etched just
erupting in gurgles, then giggles
at sight of mama from afar

giving out cuddles
with grubby handles
bottie burps and stinky toesies
taking delight in made-up stories

© Millicent Danker
30 March 2013

BETRAYED

English: The Garden of Eden by Jacob Savery

The Garden of Eden by Jacob Savery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You allowed me the bitter fruit
of a long search that waited.

And the truth:
Serpents do live in paradise whose
tentacles caress and
fan tainted lust shared
in the garden of temptresses dark.

Betrayal’s sickly ache
pursues me like a poison
whose venom I cannot assuage with opiate
neither spit nor vomit

I hurt and I hate.

Away this life if Celibacy’s death
in deserts cold bring but short warmth.

I have loved and lost.

And you, God? You laugh.

©Millicent Danker
15 September 2006

Anything but(O…

ANYTHING BUT
(On Not Being a Muse)

I will write it
And if you like
I will sing it

I will arrange it, strum it
Pick it, drum it

I will edit it, compress it,
Finesse it, billboard it

I will design it, knit it,
Dye it, fit it

I will brushstroke it, pleat it
Murmur philosophy beneath it

Gladly I will do it all
Anything but be
Static while you are active
Anything but be
The one from whom you draw
What you make your own.

English: Logo of Muse in SVG Español: Logo de ...

Logo of Muse in SVG  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

– Kavita Jindal, London
[First Published in the anthology ‘Not A Muse‘ in 2009]