By Ciara Earley
I think I saw death this morning,
While out for my morning stroll.
No skull-like face, or robes, nor scythe, just
A girl with eyes lined in kohl.
A young girl she was as she passed me
And yes, head to toe in black,
Except for a scarf patterned brightly,
Wrapped cosy and warm ‘neath her neck.
No words we spoke but a quick hello,
A mutual how do you do,
Yet in that brief moment I ascertained
that her eyes were the palest blue.
Her skin was fresh, her shoulders hunched
against the biting cold,
Nothing to stand out from the crowd
At all, if truth be told.
But then she smiled
And all at once, her face it was transformed.
A smile of such joy and innocence
My bones within were warmed.
This happened in an instant,
The comfort so bizarre,
That I was quite distracted
And did not feel the car.