It's Still Life

A Poem Starting with a Line by Stephen Yenser

Drip

Nervy, sparrow-like,
hair receding,
watery eyes,
milky brown,
tinny squeal in one ear,
hooked nose
     like a hose that’s dripping,
thickened wrist,
her watch stopped ticking,
she’s counting days,
ignores the years,
a small child’s voice
     in her head she hears.

Written to prompt by Miz Quickly “Repurpose” Day 21. Inspired by the poem Preserves by Stephen Yenser Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash poem shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   © Misky 2021