{"id":1254,"date":"2008-05-23T13:25:38","date_gmt":"2008-05-23T13:25:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1254"},"modified":"2008-05-23T13:25:38","modified_gmt":"2008-05-23T13:25:38","slug":"two-poems-by-maureen-wheldon-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-poems-by-maureen-wheldon-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Two poems by Maureen Wheldon"},"content":{"rendered":"

ACCEPTANCE<\/span>


She holds a rose to her throat,<\/span>
the leaves tickle her thoughts,<\/span>
her face like a painter's palette,<\/span>
her legs like easels.<\/span>

She was once the beauty<\/span>
stepping across the red carpet,<\/span>
gracing coffee houses:<\/span>
in an age of grace.<\/span>

Now wrinkle-eyed,<\/span>
she sits and sews and darns<\/span>
her grandson's socks:<\/span>
sitting in a wicker chair.<\/span>

She sees her once dark<\/span>
and lustrous hair,<\/span>
and hears sweet music.<\/span>

Maybe, it is just the trees<\/span>
the summer trees and roses.<\/span>
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<\/font>~ ~ ~ ~ ~<\/span><\/font>
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EMAILS FROM U.S.A.<\/span><\/p>\n

If you thought
I wanted to cling around your neck?
(that was in another dimension).<\/p>\n

A fine catch?
No, with your hands slippery
like mackerel,
your feet flatter than dabs.<\/p>\n

And what was in-between?
Eels and mussels
and little rock pools
for catching shrimps.<\/p>\n

Now silence is your word.
The sham? 
No message on-line again today?
So where are the waves
I once shivered down your spine?
Filleted perhaps?<\/p>\n

\u2022 Maureen Wheldon is currently working on her sixth chapbook, which will be published by Martin Holroyd's Poetry Monthly Press.
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