Friday, October 16, 2015

2015 OctPoWriMo #16: Barrettes

Barrettes and carefully curved fingers,
the little girl cringes
her chords.

She is afraid of her teacher.

Barrettes and carefully cupped cheeks,
the young woman lets lips
linger.

She is afraid he will laugh.

Barrettes and carefully cleared mind,
the woman fills pages
with poems.

She is afraid of them.

Barrettes and carefully curved spine,
the old woman is waiting
to die.

She is afraid.



Poet's Note:  The prompt suggested a paradelle...but I'm way too tired tonight for a paradelle.  So I'm posting this simpler style poem instead.  I wrote it earlier this month.  Goodnight everybody.




2 comments:

  1. Love the image of the girl growing to an old woman. And about the fear? I think it's in all of us. Thank you, Anna. xoA

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