CRONE

People are fascinating to me, and in riding the bus I see many people over time. Sometimes they end up in my sculpture, and sometimes they become described in my word painting/poetry. This woman was so amazing to me. She was strong and independant despite

 

Slowly she put the bags upon the top step,

 

inside the bus. Her head bowed low,

 

almost to her waist, as she moved

 

step by step.

 

The driver said, "You need help?"

 

"No, I am fine"...

 

Her hand grasped the rail,

 

and she pulled herself slowly

 

up the steps, hunched into the shape

 

of a crescent moon.

 

Turning, she put her goods

 

upon the seat. Graceful fingers,

 

red_glowing in their skin,

 

fumbled for the fare.

 

Spent in the efforts, the bent body

 

dropped to the bench,

 

her head sank to her knees.

 

The old swan slowly stretched her body high,

raising her gray head like a queen.

 

Reviews

[Lazarus]

Sublime. You have captured something of this strangers soul.