poem #3

I wrote this poem a year ago, inspired by a drawing of an old lady a friend made previously that day. It's called Mrs. Delta because I had just seen Kubrick's "A Clockwork Orange", and I particularly liked the character of Mr. Deltoid.

Mrs. Delta

As marry as the grass was green,
Mrs. Delta was one nobody had seen-

25 years she'd wait for a train,
beyond the fields where children once played,
and she would never look,
just stand there and wait.

Her aching mind would,
from time to time, bleed,
but that was the type of knowledge
she didn't need,
just standing on the station, there,
for the trains to see...

by: Evelyn Glyn