My Dear Crone
by Daniel Kolos
(dedicated to Penn Kemp)
Your dilemma, my friend, your plight,
Recalls Icharus in full flight,
With waxed wings that waft hot air
Until his life just melts away.
Your broom, my friend, is built for one
To carry you where'er you will,
But when two of you fly for fun,
You crash, you burn and miss the thrill.
Your spine, your broom, it's delicate!
It mediates your realities.
Choose and live one least intricate,
And make it your own, My Dear Crone,
So you can laugh at your frailties.
At your age into wisdom you've grown.
First read as part of a featured poetry reading, The Crone Poems, at the Idler Pub Reading Series, Toronto, September 23, 2001
This poem also appears as part of the Twelfth Key, a Pendas Poets Anthology, published on-line by My Town at
or start at http://mytown.ca/twelfth/ posted November 10, 2004
by Daniel M. Kolos
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