Cynthia Baker

Tattoos and Time

The floral vine around
the slender ankle became
an impressive grapevine,
what with water retention.

One liver spot too many
and the one-eyed Jack
turned into a rather
voluptuous Jill.

The sagging buttock
totally hid the remains of
a forgotten lover’s name,
and the ship…
sank.

About the Author

Cynthia Baker has loved words and phrases since her beginnings. Schooling included the usual expectations plus a tremendous teacher who taught potential beyond the text. She recently retired to a small farm in Ohio along with some cherished animals. Paper fragments with captured phrases flutter in her old barn.