Dandelion Market

The Dandelion Market was where we bought our beads
(discreetly they’d sell cannabis as ‘grow your own from seed’)
We also bought our vintage clothes, long coats and floppy smocks,
velvet trousers, uniforms, and pyschedelic socks.

The Dandelion Market was where we all made friends;
there were those who offered ‘massage’ or those who trimmed split ends –
long hair and beards were all the thing back in those crazy times,
and now we’ve all gone grey or bald with stiffness in our thighs,

the thighs once clad in short, short skirts that turned the men to lust,
those slender bodies we once had that never made a fuss,
all gone to seed (not cannabis) and wrinkles, fat and sag
and we have earned surprising titles, such as ‘silly daft old bags’.

Gill McEvoy