I met a middle-aged lady a few weeks ago on Malahide Beach. She has lived on the beach in a blue tent for two years. The hostels do not appeal to her as there are too many people with addiction issues.
Poem Trivial
My eyeliner defining me.
My shapewear smoothing my belly.
My blue glitter varnish celebrating my hands.
My Buddha and infinity rings anything but bland.
My coral lipstick to decorate my words
Is my vanity absurd?
Is my ego doing a dance?
In preparation for parlance
Words are trivial
They embellish the convivial.
Conversations and libations
Of philanthropic intentions
Not to mention the pavement person
Outside homeless, another version
Of any one of us. There for the grace of God
As I skulk by with a coin toss and a shameful nod
By
Adele Leahy
All the best
Stay fab
Adele
