Crone

Her wise, old wizened face
grins up at me, laser-bright eyes
holding me. Like a bird before a snake -
I am fascinated, transfixed.
And she says, ‘You don’t think
I got to be this age
by playing it safe,
do you? I’d have died
of boredom long ago!’

© Jessica Macbeth, 2006. All rights reserved. Do not copy or repost without written permission.