She still puts on lipstick the same way,
calls it ‘lippy’ like it was a toy

One time she was his Venus
emerging fresh onto the shore of him

Now it’s Saturn who looks back
from the mirror

croaking lame words of age

poem © copyright David F. Barker 2013



  1. Ina · February 7, 2013

    Ohh that’s life 🙂 Lovely poem Just close your eyes and think of England lol xx


  2. hypercryptical · February 8, 2013

    I know the feeling…

    Anna :o]


  3. Betty Hayes Albright · February 9, 2013

    Wonderful, succinct poem, David!

    (methinks we’re always young on the inside – just the mirrors that get old. 🙂 )


  4. Three Well Beings · February 9, 2013

    This is brilliant!


  5. lscotthoughts · February 9, 2013

    Wonderful, as always, David…


  6. Walton Andrew · February 10, 2013

    Great poem – simple and thought provoking – “Venus / emerging fresh from the shore of him” is brilliant – last line is reminiscent of Lear.


  7. Playamart - Zeebra Designs · March 9, 2013

    very nice, and as with the last one, so true. sometimes it’s not so bad to wean from venus to saturn; we experience more and more, even if we’re not too fond of losing those prime years! z


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