Relationships grow wrinkles
far beyond the power of creams.
And care-worn skin grows paper-thin
beneath time’s fleeting dreams.
We can’t remove, or iron smooth
the lines which mark our life.
Or repair the love we share
beneath a surgeon’s knife.
We should treat gently what we treasure
not crush the hopes of lovers.
For unlike skirts or rumpled shirts
we can’t iron the hurt of others.
© James Rainsford 2012
Note to readers: The inspiration for this poem was the very arresting photograph, which captured my attention and cried out for a response. It was a while in gestation, but suddenly last night I had the title and first line. The rest was born very quickly.
Posted as my contribution to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. Your views are welcome and I’ll respond to all who leave a comment. Kind regards to all at the pub tonight, particularly the inspirational 'hedgewitch' for hosting this evening's event. James.