Me?
By Rhiannonw
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Charcoal-smudged swirls –
a holiday quick-sit,
no time given to fidget
or stiffen the grin –
‘for-once tidy’ curls
had been bobbed, and cut short,
for ever now caught –
a five-year old twinkle,
and mischievous smile
no sign of a wrinkle
or worries awhile,
care-free:
more alive than old photos,
more detail, 3-D,
touches memories dim …
how nice that my parents
had this done on a whim!
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A sweet poem and a lovely
A sweet poem and a lovely portrait, what gorgeous hair!
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I really like your short,
I really like your short, clipped style in your last few poems!
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the picture
is kinda 1940's or earlier, although whether it is, is uncertain. It's kinda strangely adult all those waves... like one my 'carer' had done at the end of her education at 11. She became a seamstress. then. At the school. The poem is cool. I wonder if you're parents liked that look of yours?
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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What a wonderful find! It is
What a wonderful find! It is indeed more alive than an old photo. Lovely poem!
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For once tidy curls
I love poems that take me somewhere in an instant. The line 'for once-tidy' curls took me back to Sunday Mornings and my mother dressing me for Sunday School. I hated being 'poshed up' and always rushed home to don my play clothes once more.
A lovely poem.
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Loved this poem Rhiannon,
Loved this poem Rhiannon,
it captured a moment in time, as did the lovely picture with your smiling face.
Jenny.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I too really enjoyed reading your poem and seeing the charcoal drawing. My parents who were very hard up, valued pictures very much, so had a professional photograph taken of Judy and me when we were 3 and 4. I can remember the day, and being frightened of the puppet that the photographer used to try to get us to smile. He didn't manage it with me. And we had new dresses, sent to us by Kathleen, who at aged 20, lived far away in Washington DC.
Jean
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