Woman At The Jetty

A blueberry scarf
is the ring of her neck, a promise
to remain warm when clutched by the chills of love – it’s enough.
Enough to block the ravaging eyes, keep her head
snug and rooted on her shoulders,
keep her mouth speaking foreign languages
and her ears keen.

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Demimondaine

Her midriff is a rumba, she skims the dance club’s lights, flitty beetle
with a hard shell and the taste of vegemite,

and the musk of a jaguar; of all these people crammed here
she has the strongest bite.

Summer’s Rose – form writing

Many a rose adorns summer’s morn.

Fair as the breeze whispering through the trees.

That little girl I know (Poetry challenge: ABC Poem)

Alone,

By herself,

Cheerful and gay,

Doing what she loves,

Ever inspired, as some say,

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

(Albert Lynch (Peruvian artist, 1851-1912) A Young Woman. Via Pinterest, click to see)

Girl child, listen to your mama

Listen to your daddy

You might scream and shout

But more often than not they know

What they’re talking about

Because once upon a time

They were where you are

Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime

That Girl

 

I’m watching myself do

All the things I said I’d never

Holding too tightly

Wanting too much

Losing me in dreams

Giving away in hope

Bending my own will

Breaking

Over

Your blue-eyed shine