Miss Marple handbag; Agatha Christie
created her through fictitious realism -
she’s a sharp mind in fluffy old-lady-pink
deftly knitting - we are different but share
one thing: nearing old age has taken me
to where she’s so twitteringly been
Grey-haired in quiet contentment while
analysing people with astrogenetics and
regarding people’s motives as suspicious,
an obvious explanation is most always the
truth; curbing tendencies to see mystery &
intrigue in all things so that cupboards
become impenetrable jungles
Fairytales used to be my priority; today
the only fairy around is me - in my purple
and lilac blouses, and my Miss Marple
handbag with roses - magic wand in my
work station resembling a Persian market,
I’m happier in myself, accepting life as it
comes and dreaming of sun-filled days
In a place like the beautiful Cape with only
the sea and Table Mountain for company…
10 March 2014
[I wonder whether my Fedora will do as substitute for
a Miss Marple hat also?]
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