in her pyjamas
out in all weathers
hardly the way to go is it
whatever she was she isn’t that now
look at her
if ever hair needed cutting
there’s hair could do with it
seems all it takes is promise of bad weather
she’s ready for the hills
almost paces
animal like
old as she is
you have to tell her
naughty-night-to-be-out-in
the look she gives you then
none like it
and I’ve been given looks you wouldn’t believe
or maybe you would
come to think of it
(Image by Leila)
Saragun Springs 
Geraint
I like and worry about Leah. The world assaults us with so many meaningless situations about the bomb, the weather, politics, etc etc, that it appears intent on driving us to the grave without a shred of sanity.
Leila
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Geraint
In the biblical tradition, Leah is one of those who is unfairly unseen by most humans – but she has the consolation of being one of God’s favorites (and being told so quite clearly – by God himself). I knew a woman named Leah and she grew up too fast, which is to say, she became exactly what “they” wanted her to be. This is a beautiful poem because of its focus, among other reasons, a lovely lyric of realism.
Dale
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Good poem. Leah comes across as a memorable character – fierce and defiant. The fragmentary style creates a sense of breathless observation. Good banner image, too.
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Hi David
Not sure what the plant is called but it was all by itself in a large green yard next to a medical clinic. Last spring or maybe the one before.
Thank you!
Leila
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Thanks. Yet another riff on Lear. Every Inch Herself would have been a better title methinks.
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