Sunday, September 6, 2009

Old African Woman

Old African Woman

In the rear-view mirror I see you;

your silent reflection

slowly passing behind my car.

The time-worn bones of your body


bent, and slightly warped

by age and experience:

spine hunched, grotesquely,

neck pulled downward

by the dull-bright hanging

of the brass crucifix,

suspended by its heavy chain.

Constant mobility,


on your empty breasts,

sucked dry of their vitality

by endless, eager lips.

Your steady, shuffling gait

a vague reminder of your

distant, proud withdrawal.

From Fragments of Earth, published by Voice Publications, 2006. Copyright, Colin Gordon-Farleigh