Portrait Poem

Neighborhood eccentric
a bit askew,
dressed for the decades
always strutted her stuff.

Peered out on the sixties
in tortoise cats-eye glasses,
black beret rakishly tipped
atop henna dyed hair.

Artistic in the seventies,
she embroidered purple zigzag
on turquoise gaucho pants.
Donned gaily colored tie-dyed tops.

Now ninety-four,
spiffy on her daily walks.
White gauzy lace gloves
firmly grasp walker handlebars.

Feet move deliberately.
Frilly laced anklets,
inside patent leather
Mary Janes.

Everyone smiles
as she lights up the street,
battery operated bulbs
on her Christmas wreath hat.

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Written for Misky’s Twiglet prompt #184.

6 thoughts on “Portrait Poem

  1. Misky July 9, 2020 / 11:18 am

    I adore this. What a splendid character you’ve developed.

    Liked by 1 person

    • lillian July 13, 2020 / 3:34 pm

      Thank you! I had fun with this one. πŸ™‚ I’d like to be her when I’m 94 – I’m saving my Christmas wreath πŸ™‚

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  2. whippetwisdom July 9, 2020 / 12:30 pm

    What a wonderful woman Lilian, I can see her lighting up her street with her presence xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Nancy Jahnke July 9, 2020 / 3:26 pm

    I am tempted to draw my version of her 94 year old glory! Great word picture! Thank you! Nan

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    • lillian July 13, 2020 / 3:35 pm

      Yep. I had fun with this one. I think I’d like to be her when I’m 94 — I’m saving my Christmas wreath! πŸ™‚

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