Tuesday Poem-The Way Out

Once I dressed up in your age.

It smelled of mothballs

and was tight

and heavy.

 

This is how things are I thought

and tried to heave it off

but found myself entangled

in its skirts. 

 

‘There has to be a way out’ I said.

‘There is’ the devil whispered.

‘Death.’

‘Nonsense’ I replied,

 having found at last  the zipper.

 

And as I flung myself

from this costume

my hands

caught in the air

and found there

trills and sharps

and tintinnabulous vibrations.

 

So I strung them together

and wound them round

my pale body.

And now I live life as a song

pausing only to take breath

for the high notes.

(c) Helen McKinlay

When my ‘Grandma’ books were first published and I was asked to go and read them I would dress up as Grandma. I would even arrive as Grandma. it was tremendous fun. Once, I was asked to perform at a Senior Citizen’s Christmas do. As per usual, I donned my boiler suit, grey wig etc. However, my minder for the event greeted me as a dear and very old lady, not the spirited and adventurous one I meant to portray.  I felt very deflated and had to work hard to get my character back.

This particular scenario never happened again but it was a good experience and inspired the above poem, which  I was delighted  to have selected for one of The Guardian’s poetry workshops.

Time for you to return to the Tuesday Poem Hub Page. Browse through the sidebar for a great variety of talented offerings from my fellow Tuesday Poets.

4 thoughts on “Tuesday Poem-The Way Out

  1. Helen, I love that you used to dress up as Grandma! How wonderful – a boiler suit and all!! Congrats on having your poem selected for a Guardian poetry workshop – how fantastic! Gosh, the flipping, grasping, caught hands at the end are so evocative in this poem.

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