Birthday at Tatum Park
a chilly August windless blue
sky day
and the elegantly served
afternoon tea
of Earl Grey and English
Breakfast
with silver pots and fine
bone china
gladden the eyes glazed with
cataract
and distracts the minds from rheumatic
limbs
later we walk amongst the
statues of trees
planted by settlers over a
century ago
the camera in my hands awaits
to capture
the face of a child of
seventy-five this day
pinched, wrinkled, thinning
bright white hair
with aloof but thick knowing
eyes
lens pointed to immortalise
the nostalgia
please, she says gently,
don't
I look so different from how
I feel
her remark astounds me
I put the camera away and
leave this moment alone
Isha Wagner is a New Zealand
poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and
Australia. She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival
held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of
poetry published.
Dear Isha,
ReplyDeleteLove the way you describe "tea" in stanza 1, "silver pots and fine bone china." I learned something through your poem.
Thank you,
Michael
Isha,
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice poem. I especially love the last stanza; beautiful imagery. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Hi Unique writer Isha, Thanks for the visit of a
ReplyDeletewindless blue sky day, elegantly served afternoon
tea and Breakfast served with silver pots and fine
bone China. Thanks for all the words that make up
"Birthday at Tatum Park" Including her remark
astounds me I put the camera away to leave this
moment alone at here gentle words don't I look
so different from how I feel. I thought I was holding
the camera, reading this poetry.
Yancy