She sits and stares
Dilated eyes
Waiting for the doctor
Straight grey hair
Eastern European accent
She sighs
Society is different now, she says
Maybe that’s where it all went wrong
Cup of tea? The nurse asks
Are my eyes dilated?
Yes they are.
Are they beautiful?
4 comments:
A few new poems coming up. All probably need a bit of polishing. Comments welcome.
What this poem lacks is a good illustration of a big dilated eye! No, not really.
Not sure what you are aiming for in this poem Roger. A sense of bewilderment? It leaves me slightly confused but then that's my normal state of mind!
WV = calkingt
I love how us women are tricky creatures. You can almost never say the right thing! Haha
WV = splaplil
A kind of custard pie filled with cow muck.
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