44, Middle Aged Reflections

by Maple Tree   Jun 5, 2014


Applying mascara
upon an early dawn
escape,
madness
was mixed
with dewdrop
eye sockets
and
coffee steam
danced tango
with age.

I never cared before Forty,
thirty nine was young
and my life was a constant
roller coaster of hasty
decisions and reckless
blankets.

I was drenched in makeup,
depression sang harmony
with balmy lips,
dresses draped snug
around my waist-

beauty was
a bra size.

This mirror reflects
the memories of
cracks I slipped
and fell into,
but I wear middle age
like a crown,
and crows feet
like
a
stiletto laced
in glitter.

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  • 2 years ago

    by kitten

    Age is an interesting thing, especially after a certain point in life, a point that varies for each of us. The way you wrote this and still managed to make yourself feel beautiful despite the age and the emotions that arise with every birthday after twenty or thirty was wonderful. You captured the spirit of being young forever and living life to the very fullest no matter your age.

    Amazingly written and definitely well worth the win.

  • 3 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    What a brilliant take on being middle aged, best description I've ever heard/read, also,I don't know if it was on purpose, but I love how your format creates an almost feminine silhouette, soooooo genius :-P thank you for sharing the experience of being middle-aged with us younger ladies :-)

  • 3 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Congratulation Maple. Great Write!!!

  • 3 years ago

    by Chelsey

    I'm so in love with this. Soul searching at its finest.

    I love the line "beauty was a bra size", so many girls would agree with that which is quite sad.

    The ending stanza was my fave. Loved seeing you on the front page.

  • 3 years ago

    by Darren

    Congrats on the win Maples.