In Praise of All Good Knees
 
The pressed-together knees of aunts
In 1960’s photographs

Minnelli knees, forever posed
on Cabaret chairs in fishnet hose

Bagpipers’ knees in force nine gales
rehearsing caterwauling scales

and round knees, talcum powder soft
on legs that kick when nappy’s off

and football knees spattered with mud
and wounded knees still leaking blood

my knees—their scarred and bony years
of wasted anorexic tears

and knees that cannot take the strain
old knees that bear replacement’s pain

and knees that bend to take a knee
for life and breath and liberty

Annie Fisher

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Annie Fisher would be pleased to hear them.