I have become trapped in
I used to be a beautiful woman
And then I began to decay
I feel sorry for you
looking at me
what do you see?
when you look at me?
an old woman
a fortified rarified type
we’re all getting old, aren’t we?
and I have grown up very fast
I do enjoy these quiet times
this hour
they call it the twilight hour
it’s where the sun sets and clouds explodes into colour
if there is any clouds
can you see the cumulus?
the cirrus?
the nimbus?
stratos?
they all exist at once
when you look
the fronts are moving in
it appears as if the time is no longer on my side
PHILIPPA MANNION 