Beggarwoman

Cherry

By Parson Thru

Fri, 23 Mar 2018
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8 comments
 
she follows passers by
from her alcove
shaded from sun and rain
 
curious, detached
like a big old cat
occasionally moving her hand
to attend to some hidden itch
 
she tapped me up one afternoon
but I shook my head
and gave her a cigarette instead
 
I look for her every day
shout good morning
and give her a wave
before hurrying down the steps
with everyone else
 
she told me she's from Romania
a village in the mountains
I don't remember the name
 
I don't suppose I was listening
but I worry when she's not there
Certificate U
Poem
Parson Thruses Dairy
Travel

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A great character sketch.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you Philip Sydney.

Thank you for the cherries.

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Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Good picture of a real person a long way from her roots.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

She sure is. Thanks Elsie.

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Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

This made me think - really struck a chord. You create a vivid picture not only of the beggarwoman but also of yourself. Great writing.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Alice. I won't ask what the picture looks like. :)

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Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Nice picture! If I am to be precise in my use of English language, I would say ‘endearingly honest’!

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thanks Alice! Sitting on a Ryanair jet waiting for something to happen. Seat belt buckles like castanets and big machine hum all around. Reminds me of a documentary I watched again during the week: Reinert’s "For All Mankind" and womankind. Humankind. Not to mention animalkind and plantkind, mineralkind and any otherkind that I may have missed.

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