It's Still Life

The Old Woman Who’s Not Whistler’s Mother

She’s not Whistler’s mother,
but if she were, she’d describe
herself as the shape of clouds
on the way to a different life.

And she might suggest that
she is a dinosaur … not plastic
as that’s not been invented yet,
who’s bored with herself.

And that her cheeks, once pink,
are now the colour of angry sky,
and her eyes are anything but blue.

And that she absolutely regrets
ever grinding her teeth,
as if they were stone, because
now she speaks with a listhp.

And she wonders if she’ll ever
escape this cold draught alive.

Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 18: In the style of The Blind Men and The Elephant. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.