Great Aunt Anne
Woman of spongy lungs
and movie star teeth
Hoarder of old books
rubber bands and bits
of ivory
With cat scratched sofas
ceilings yellow stained
by nicotine
Baby sister spinster aunt
Not so baby now
Roared through London in a
nappy white ketchup crossed
ambulance
Wah wah wah wah while
bombs bit
holes in houses
Tore bodies as though
they were crusty baguettes
Great Aunt Anne
Miss Marple-dressed
keeps clues in patch pockets
Jewellery boxes and old jars
Has old dresses in her closet
Encrusted with colonial mud
Great Aunt Anne's lungs
a pair of puff ball mushrooms
stomped on by cattle foot
Can't contain the air the smoke
the debris any more
So has to give up smoking.
How to mark the summit
of each hour when
the flags have been taken away?
Great Aunt Anne smashes bone
china on the floor, yells
No you can't stay for lunch
Because I don't feel like eating!
Mouth stuffed with peppermints
a profusion of white as though
Movie star teeth have
divided and multiplied
Snow freeze hair do
Melts in her agitated heat,
yellowed forelock bobs as
she waves me good bye.
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