Sunday, January 14, 2018

Getting Old

My bad witch
is fat
and contented.
She picks her teeth
with my good
witches bones.
Gray springs free
from my braid, but I've made

peace with the griefs
that I own.
I'm a Buddha that bakes and drives carpool.
I'm a shrew with hands full of hell.
The ways of the world can't shock me anymore,
but I still astonish myself.

For Poetry Pantry at Poets United

12 comments:

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Hilarious! I would love to meet both of you, all of you!

Fireblossom said...

"Are you a good witch, or a sandwich?"

That close is a killer. Also the picking the teeth with the bones. I think this is your best in some while; it has that old snap of yours.

annell said...

I love this!!! Every word! And we do!

Sherry Marr said...

One of your best, for sure. I so love "I've made peace with the griefs that I own", and the combo of being the Buddha who drives carpool and the shrew with her hands full of hell. Perfect!

brudberg said...

You give me plenty of hope...
growing old is not too bad; Just stay hungry

Sioux Roslawski said...

This is how all women should be...

Go see the movie. It's great.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This is just wicked good! Love the bones picking teeth!

Magaly Guerrero said...

I love this from here all the way to three circlings of the moon. Also, it seems we were swimming similar waves today.

Mary said...

Ah, I think by a certain time in life one must make peace with the griefs that one owns. And there is something rather cool about being a Buddha!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is beautifully evocative, MZ!💖

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You wrote it for me!!! Except that I am WAY past the car pools, this is exactly where I find myself. Thank you for giving voice to my present being. :)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

I echo Rosemary's comment-in that it could be written for me.
Love from beginning to end.
Anna :o]