Tuesday Poem-My Grandma and the Bodgies

my grandmother

walking home on Sundays

wore a cotton dress

past the bodgies slouched by the wall

winter through summer

winklepicker shoes pointed

didn’t feel the cold

ready to flick

never stopped

quick snap

in her life

on a back country farm

  we focus on their ankles

took her sick child to hospital

garbed in socks of shocking pink and lime

never saw her darling again

shocking pink and lime

except in a photograph

the colours of the words

imprinted on the love hearts we buy from the milk bar

(c) Helen McKinlay

It is important to be bold as poets but not always easy.  Recently for fun, my poetry group decided to try writing three in one poems.  There are many ways to do this and we all interpreted the topic differently. Having had a busy week I was unenthusiastic and decided to take a short cut.    I made a random choice of two previously written poems and  taking the first half of each, I put them together.  The lines in italics are from a poem about my grandma who lived in the backcountry of NZ and lost a young child to meningitis.  The others are from a poem about my young self, walking home past a group of bodgies… I am intrigued at how well the lines worked togther and added meaning, for me anyway. Please return to Tuesday Poem , check out Sarah’s editorial and view the great selection of poems in the sidebar.