AuntiesSky


I do remember

Watching my auntie

Primp and preen

On Friday afternoons

For that nights

Fish-fry and bingo

At the end

And with the

Flourish of witchcraft

Slap slap slap

As powder exploded

Like cosmetic Armageddon

Creating a cloudy

Dust which slowly

Revealed the bluest

Of blue eyes

Blinking and sparkling

While yellowed teeth

Laughed broadly amused

Give a kiss

Right here boy

She would ask

Pulling me into

Her sunny magic

This is what

This mornings sky

Reminds me of