The Tattoo

It really hurts they chanted
You won’t be able to take it
I’m a woman she replied
With pain I’m well aquainted
 
A tattoo wouldn’t suit you
The gloomy choir admonished
As she went to fetch her purse
’Cos she’d made herself a promise
 
You’ll regret it, mark my words
Her children then berated
And no offence but at your age
Who will see you naked?
 
Wouldn’t you like to know? she smiled
I don’t tell you everything
(Knowing it was nearly time
for her fancy man to ring)
 
Have you really thought this through?
They can bleed a lot I’ve heard
I bled for 40 years she sighed
And no-one seemed concerned
 
 Tattoos are vulgar, someone chirped
You’re gonna look so common
I am common, she replied
To the gathering so solemn
 
But when she got back later
Having been lambasted
The folks had to admit that it
Looked bloody fantastic!!

2 Comments

  1. It certainly does and I am quite envious! My first tattoo was quite small but unique in that it has shareholders! As far as the poem goes I love your ability to document life with such mastery. Xxx

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply to emmascarr Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s