Shop window shock

who’s that hunched
old lady
stout and shuffly?

lift your head
and see me, lady,
as I am

lift your head
and like me
as I am

poem by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0, response to WP daily prompt

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Grumpy hermit

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Talking to a grumpy hermit
is a training and a test.

They toggle their manners
off and on to probe your zest.

 They have the right to be silent.
They have the right to reject. 

Perhaps it is wrong to circulate.
Perhaps they are correct.


poem and photo by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

Flaunt it

A washing line with shorts and long braids.
Washing my hair. So there.

I love my hair
because it’s there
not much
as such
but I’m not bare
up there

like you
and I won’t share.
It isn’t fair
and I don’t care
it’s mine
so there!


Photo and poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

I saw this remarkable clothes-line last week, and today, out popped a spiteful, Dr Seussy sort of poem.