Battle Axe
Grim-faced, ageing,
wrinkles bone-deep
sculpting her skin
into unsightly waves,
a grimaced frown,
much practiced,
worn as a mask
to keep the world at bay.
Over her shoulder,
the mail-pouch slung,
brimful of letters,
bills, in all probability,
their content unknown
until the recipient’s
thumb or pocket knife
slits open the envelope
and reveals the secrets.
She carries more secrets.
They bob along in the streams
that flow beneath her skin
where joy and sorrow mingle.
Tomorrow, the surgeons
will perform their biopsy
and search out those secrets.
For now, she walks
with her eyes cast down,
unwilling to meet
my all-seeing gaze.
rogermoorepoet 
Dear roger!! What is d reason of dis sad poem?does it reveals d influence of time on life.?plz reply.
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Battle of Hastings: 1066.
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Oh.i will try to know about dt battle by reading history.
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It was when William the Conqueror (William I) invaded England from Normandy in 1066.
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Thanks dear roger!! Now i can understand d meaning n feelings in ur poem.!!
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It’s a pleasure, Aruna. Great to hear from you. Thank you.
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U r most welcome,dear roger.
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Quite subversive and powerful
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Subversive is very good … thank you.
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