What can I say? I came, I saw and I hid
Beneath the curly swathe of my jet black hair
Immersed myself in every book I could read
Floating, flying in a dream without a care
I explored the east and I ventured way south
Spoke strange languages out of my pouting lips
And searched for the meaning of this precious life
Magnifying glass now attached to my hips
I scribbled and wrote and I scrawled even more
I researched this and I wrote of that all day
Even took pad and dictionary to bed
Living my life of writing in every way
The mystery is I never found a man
With whom I could share love and a future life
To tend to all my strange and wildest needs
So lived my days as my dictionary's wife
Image used with permission of artist to illustrate writing at 'Imaginary Garden with Real Toads'
I love "floating, flying in a dream without a care." Good one, Robin.
ReplyDeleteI love the change of perspective in this poem - and the magic of discovery
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely lovely!❤️ I especially love; "Spoke strange languages out of my pouting lips."
ReplyDeleteI think this is one of your best poems. I love it. So many lines to love. I especially like your ending "So lived my days as my dictionary's wife." Thank you so much for writing for the prompt!
ReplyDeleteTo be a dictionary's wife... she should hook up with my aged librarian.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! To be a dictionary’s wife is heaven- as far as I’m concerned.
ReplyDeleteThis is a new favorite of mine, Robin. It is completely your point of view.
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