Of Straw and Sackcloth...

Of straw and sackcloth, a muse I shall make.
clothe her in rags so that when she wakes.
In the cold autumn breeze,
she won't shiver and freeze.

Star-wards gazing and around her appraising,
observing the small and the big and frustrating.
Sally I name her and listen to talk,
of memories fading and long forgotten walks.

by Jessica Pink