Saturday, April 12, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day 12



An Oscar with a difference...

She walked into the room
and owned it
the stage was hers,
the applause, her due
her glory days eternal
never conceding
to a single wrinkle
she stood,
a waxworks caricature
of her former fame
to please this city
that disdains older age
and the media whispers
became a roar,
indignation
a united demand
for the surgeon’s scalp(el)
and litigation
for this woman
chiselled and sanded
beyond recognition
for her big night out.

2 comments:

  1. I love this! Well done Merlene. Thank you. Peace. ~ Michael (The Poetry Channel)

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