Friday, 3 October 2014

Poetry Corner #17

I know I have shared some of Carol Ann Duffy's work with you before and you may wonder if I am fan.  I would not call myself a fan, but there are a few poems that I like and Mrs Rip Van Winkle is one of these examples.

Mrs Rip Van Winkle

I sank like a stone
into the still, deep waters of late middle age,
aching from head to foot.

I took up food
and gave up exercise.
It did me good.

And while he slept,
I found some hobbies for myself.
Painting. Seeing the sights I’d always dreamed about:

The Leaning Tower.
The Pyramids. The Taj Mahal.
I made a little watercolour of them all.

But what was best,
what hands-down beat the rest,
was saying a none-too-fond farewell to sex.

Until the day
I came home with this pastel of Niagara
and he was sitting up in bed rattling Viagra.

Carol Ann Duffy (May 2009)

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