No More Picture Postcard

By sonora

Fri, 28 Jan 2011
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Blood red lipstick:
Write your manifesto in six feet scrawl;
An angel with a dirty face,
Slingbacks and anoraks.

No more big wheels,
No more picture postcard,
Just needle-stuck and wolf-eyed.
The certainty of reverie

Kissed her on the mouth,
Full square on the mouth,
And took her breath far away,
Travelling hopefully. Unravelling

The savagery of youth –
‘Life’s too short to darn socks.'

Certificate PG
Poem
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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Now this I really do like;-) Great writing and great ending. Tina

 

Submitted by sonora on
Ta. I've always wanted to put that line in a poem - I didn't set out intentionally with this one, just reached what I thought would be about two thirds length and bang, it fitted, end of poem :o]

'Art is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.'