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Gloves

by joanie 

Posted: 08 October 2008
Word Count: 18
Summary: ...having seen Faye Dunaway on TV recently.... I wonder.. and I worry


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bright smile -
smooth cheeks
taut against
startled eyes
glancing

over hands
embarrassingly
lined
veined
knobbled

and

old






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V`yonne at 09:02 on 09 October 2008  Report this post
Worry about getting old? or the amount of plastic surgery one face can take? or the whitened sepulcre we call celebrity?
Better, beautiful thoughts.

Tina at 21:26 on 09 October 2008  Report this post
Hi Joanie

Did not see the programme you mention but can clearly imagine thanks to your poem.

Gloves is a great title and a great subject - Mslexia had a whole selection of glove poem 2 editions ago - some stunners - like yours!

Thanks
Tina

joanie at 21:27 on 09 October 2008  Report this post
Thank you, ladies!

joanie

FelixBenson at 23:26 on 12 October 2008  Report this post
hi Joanie, As Tina said, great title. You capture that uncanny sense of shock at seeing one's own body from the ouside, or forgeting about the aging other can see...A perfectly encapsualted gem!

Kirsty

DJC at 12:47 on 13 October 2008  Report this post
Hi Joanie - get to us all in the end! Nicely structured, as ever.

joanie at 13:00 on 13 October 2008  Report this post
Kirsty and Darren, thanks very much!

joanie

Florence at 11:46 on 14 October 2008  Report this post
Hi Joanie, - it's cruel but true - the neck and the hands always give a woman's age away, no matter how much plastic surgery she's had. I loved the title, it sums it up perfectly. It's also counterintuitive, as gloves are use to cover our hands, but here they are the only genuine bit remaining and give the game away.
Flo

joanie at 18:57 on 14 October 2008  Report this post
Thanks very much for reading, Florence!

joanie

ellynelly at 11:02 on 15 October 2008  Report this post
The words and the structure (short lines, no caps) of this poem work great...the way you bring us down, down, down to the scary conclusion.

A list poem, in a way.

I really like the startled hands glancing at the hands, and the way you break these two important lines over two verses.

Elly





joanie at 12:37 on 15 October 2008  Report this post
Many thanks, Elly.

joanie


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