Girl in the fuscia raincoat
twirling at the top of the playground hill…
Round and round, eyes closed
(fully in the moment), until
he advances up the slope
guns blazing.
Fists clenched, you
stand your ground and
force his retreat.
Warrior princess of the school yard
you spin around again,
a vision of victory
while your pastel clad playmates
run screaming
for a teacher.
Lesley-Anne Evans
Fall 2008
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Your talents never cease to amaze me..
ReplyDeleteI'm such a fan. It's refreshing to read poetry that actually says something and not only with words but with imagry.
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