"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2016 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw.


Polly Alice

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Grandma inside the wolf

Mother Dear,

I don't understand growing old.
What is it? Your ears grow jangling, your
cheeks sag down, your eyes get droopy and frown,
your hands turn clawed like an old gray bear,
and your teeth fall in or stick out. Does age
consume you, or is it a disguise,
Can anyone bail you out? If we cut off the outer
layers could her youth jump up and run about?

Red Riding Girl,
Run along quick. Don't
ask silly questions when
Grandmother is sick. 
Take this wine and bread
past the three Oaks, and
call before opening the latch.
You'll find her there
as she always was.  Go
now and stay on the path.

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