Monday, 15 November 2010

lucille clifton

to my last period

well girl, goodbye,
after thirty-eight years.
thirty-eight years and you
never arrived
splendid in your red dress
without trouble for me
somewhere, somehow.

now it is done
and I feel just like
the grandmothers who,
after the hussy has gone,
sit holding her photograph
and sighing, wasn't she
beautiful? wasn't she beautiful?

6 comments:

Marion McCready said...

I can't quite believe you posted this lol

Totalfeckineejit said...

Like it.

swiss said...

i can't believe this is the only lucille clifton poem i've got on here. there will be more...!

Niamh B said...

yeesh - looking forward to the next installment from her, extremely quirky

swiss said...

and there they are, but neither is the pome i thought i was going to put up

Jingle Poetry said...

love this.
keep shining.