DISCOVERY – poetry compt. entry 2016
The stranger on the bus was bursting to enlighten me,
when she spied I was reading a book of modern poetry,
that her husband’s retirement was a burden, a weight
she hadn’t prepared for until far too late.
His presence under foot was preying on her mind
till she googled the heck on her tablet to find
some projects to busy him, to counter her sadness.
Then she joined an online group, a virtual sisterhood
of women who write, marching fearlessly forward
into their third unshackled age, mining their own
lives onto the page, fashioning words to atone
for their guilt at moulding their husbands as guests
in their homes, for floating their own new interests.
Writing poems is fun, she said, showering me with gladness.
© Laurice Gilbert