She
She seems big-boned –
although she has fine ankles
and shapely calves.
Two years ago
she was frankly plump,
soft and cushiony.
Now she has become
square, not round,
and her body is firm.
She lights up when she smiles:
the sweetest, warmest smile,
more than a hint of mischief.
She is gentle and earthy,
straight-talking,
sometimes bossy.
She’s alive to
all the nuances
of many different arts.
Clear-thinking,
she can get to the crux
of any matter.
She is serious, irreverent,
and full of joy.
She loves life.
She puts up
no barriers / she is
nobody’s fool.
She is
ordinary / she is
inspirational.
She looks as if
she is made
of sunlight.
From a journal entry written in 1987, as prose. I thought it would be fun to turn it into a poem – which turned out to need very few changes to the wording and punctuation.
I can’t remember who this was!
Shared with Poets and Storytellers United at Weekly Scribblings #86.
