In the Skinny Days of Youth and Yearning
By Philip Sidney
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In the skinny days of youth and yearning,
smiling was not permitted;
too redolent with levity.
This had to happen behind doors, or books, or fingers.
Then wracked with fear that laughing eyes might be misread as carefree,
costume stood as shorthand for a state of mind,
a counterweight effect.
The black boots looked fine:
androgynous, serious, romantic.
Black jeans,
as long as they were tight,
preferably cheap.
Colour in its brighter forms,
was best avoided.
Darkness showed an empathy
with the serious business
of living.
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Yet another fine poem from
Yet another fine poem from this week's IP. I read this and thought of my 12-year old daughter - definitely a bit of the goth about her.
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The title grabbed me, nicely
The title grabbed me, nicely done.
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I like it too. First look at
I like it too. First look at your work for me, definitely won't be the last either.
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Skilled use of language here,
Skilled use of language here, Philip. And a lot of good ideas, too. This is great.
I can relate to how you feel when people give you feedback on your work; it's how I first felt when I started posting ;)
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i recall
the days when black was the 'most' important colour in the wardrobe. it was the only colour...
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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HI Philip
HI Philip
I enjoyed reading this, but I think I am a generation or two older, and can't say I felt this way as a skinny teenager. And I don't think my girls went through a Goth phase either. We're always loved colour - the brighter the better.
Jean
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