The Walking Frame
micro poem
The walking frame
in the room
looked through me
aluminium
mute
cold
Iโd never felt this old
โLesley Scoble, September 2026
My mother saidโฆ
When I was younger, happily lolling about on the sofa, my mother would say, โItโs better to wear out than rust out.โ
Well, Ma โ I wore out.
All my years dancing on stage and television (and anywhere else after a couple of beers) have taken their toll on my joints. The wild grand jetรฉs along tabletops and bar counters have finally done for me.
On 19 August I had a major bilateral hip operation. Like an old jalopy, I went into hospital for spare parts.
Iโm at home recuperating now, and this is where my microโpoem comes in. The walkingโframe โthingโ seems to be looking at me all the time. I assure you it wonโt be long before itโs standing beside the bins, where it may stare coldly at whoever it likes โ as long as itโs not at me.
Feature image credit
The Walking Frame | Digital pencilยฉ๏ธLesley Scoble
Thank you, dear reader, for stopping by.
Postscript
News Update 7th October 2026
Great news. I no longer need the walking frame. It has been chucked out and left by the recycling bins ready for disposal.
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