Aunty Bunty

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Bet Lynch 2

Beehive backcombed to fuck
A birds nest on her head
The leopard print dress
frayed and worn
has seen better days
Alone she sits
drink in hand
The ghost of a smile on her face
shows a memory in every line
Lost in the past
she hums softly to herself.
She lights a cigarette
Raises her glass
Throws back her head
Laughs out loud.
She is for the birds.

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About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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8 Responses to Aunty Bunty

  1. auntyamo says:

    ahhh I love the oul autobiographical poems LOL

  2. Danielle says:

    That’s a good idea and I like the first one =). I couldn’t come up with a theme either, so this April challenge will just be to stay on track and get them out on time. Good luck to you!

  3. Suzy says:

    Poetry can say so much. Great start.

  4. tvonzalez says:

    I like this Aunty Bunty – must see more of her!

    Popped in from AtoZ.

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  5. tracykuhn says:

    Glad I found this through the A to Z challenge. The first and last lines are the best. Brilliant 🙂

  6. Glad you like it Tracy….I’m a bit of a one for the F word :p

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