[Poetry Friday]: Getting Old and Wearing Red Hats
Iphigene Here. Yesterday, I was in search of the poem I wrote inspired by my old humanities professor. I had it in mind to share today for Poetry Friday. As I prepared to write my post, I couldn’t it. I had printed majority of my old poems and had kept it in a brown envelope and I think my brown envelope has taken its summer break and is currently MIA. But all is well, as how can we talk about being grey and golden these past two months without sharing the very poem that set me thinking about this theme too many years ago. Today, I share a poem about growing old and wearing purple! (I got all giddy remembering this poem and quite surprised we never featured it yet). I included the video where the poet reads her poem. Thanks to Robyn Hood Black for hosting today’s Poetry Friday. Head on to her round up for more poetry! Warning Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a goContinue Reading
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