Anne Hathaway
At night before I go to bed
I take the silver brush engraved with vines
And give my hair one hundred strokes
Caressing to the scalp
Each stroke..…I count them one by one
And then I sleep.
When morning comes, with Annabel
I plait and thread my hair into a look of knots
By mid day, I’ll let it loose
Allow the waves to fall onto my chest
For that contemporary look.
Aunt Bona made the lace.
She lives near Welford in her house of thatch
Her cunning cat who’s black and full of scratch
Is always by her side…
And on a little wooden stool with 3 round legs she sits
Bent in attention at her lovely threads.
She weaves them with sweet clicks of wooden sound…
A skill learned over many years
She is the mistress of her art,
My wondrous cuffs and collar tell you that.
I like to write…
My poems are long
and full of thoughts I have.
I keep them in a little book
It’s called….
The Lonely Life and Days
Of one who’s called Anne Hathaway…
From Stratford , near the winding River Avon.
But when I die
I doubt that Will ….or anyone will save them.
Kristine Byrne 23rd Sept. 2014