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Turning Thirty

10 Oct
   You’re a fine woman
       your words are magpies
they warble
they are black and white
they are blacker than crows
they are whiter than:
     1 clouds in spring
     2 cockatoos
     3 snow and lambs and things
     4 white 
 
your voice is 30 year old single malt
your verses are predators
they creep
they swoop like swallows and owls
they dive bomb like seabirds
they hunt in packs like lionesses
they lie in wait like spiders
they have natural rhythm
 
you are in your prime – the Prime of … …
which is a corny, old fashioned, clichéd way to say it
so I said it.
At forty your back will ache, your eyes will threaten to require correction.
The human body was meant for forty years.
So this is your big chance.  One more decade when everything works, in which the certainties of youth and the uncertainties of the twenties are done and over, a decade in which you are primed
for everything
and I tell you, I am looking forward to it more than you are.
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3 Comments

Posted by on 10 October, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

3 responses to “Turning Thirty

  1. John Stevens

    11 October, 2012 at 3:29 pm

    I like the confidence and originality of that numbered list here. It works.

     
  2. gnunn

    17 November, 2012 at 9:30 am

    Am liking how this sounds in my head JDub!

     
  3. piedhillprawns

    8 December, 2012 at 10:39 pm

    your words are magpies

    they creep
    they swoop like swallows and owls
    they dive bomb like seabirds

    Come on JdUb! I love these first two stanzas particularly.

     

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