Red lollipops
Old paper
He gave me rootbeer floats
thick with
foaming vanilla
and a plastic straw
Or if my stomach was sick,
hot water with lemon and
pips and seeds and too much
honey
Or chalky Tums
and cartoons.
(The walls were greasy
with cigarette smoke
choked and yellow)
Then at eight or nine -
it felt so late -
my mother would swing through
the black starry void
with a back door screech
and a smile
for being so long away
And her coat was made of felt and
aubergine purple
elegant and long
and when I hugged her,
her hair was static
Her coat was cold
and smelled of snow
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Thanks, Erin!
I was actually just reading "Stardust & Wanderlust" again, to get inspiration for my short story I'm working on. Haha, I'm obsessed with that poem, it would seem ^_^
How do you write SO
How do you write SO beautifully, I ask? How? It is so effortless, and so elegant, and so visual. I just love this poem, the mellowness of it, and the easy way that it reads.
Ohhh that's such a lovely
Ohhh that's such a lovely thing to say, thank you!!
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
:)
It's so interesting how there isn't quite a clear meaning behind this poem...(to the readers, I mean)...it's just absolutely gorgeous descriptions.
"aubergine purple
elegant and long"
I'm with you on this Homey, how does she do it so seemingly effortlessly?
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
I love this! "The black
I love this! "The black starry void" "the walls were greasy/with cigarette smoke/choked and yellow". Such concrete images.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond