Newbiggin by the Sea Creative Writing Group

The sixties chick, now sixty:
eyes dimmed but still rimmed in kohl.
Old, old. Hat askew, flattening her hair
across her brow; hides the wrinkles
or perhaps the botox. Now peroxide strands
lank on her shoulders, crinkled at the ends
Split.
Personality wise, she tries to play the little girl,
twirl said hair around her fingers, wearing pink,
she thinks her era lingers.