A Wrinkle in Time

No longer does she clad herself

In days of faded dye,

 

Patterned fabrics of yesterdays

Unravel threaded whys

 

Teen embroidered dawns

Intricately woven into dusks

 

Garments of adolescence hang

In closets of nascent lust

 

Seams of naked truths remain

As wordless as a sigh

 

Conforming thoughts crochet themselves

Into acrylated lies

 

Calicoed cries of consequence

Stack questions on a shelf

 

Interfaced reality

Weaves wires of a vintage self

 

© Frecklewood 2014

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I'm guessing that there is a bit of a nod to the novel of the same name, which is, if I remember correctly, the first actual novel I ever read. The pacing and rhyme/near rhyme are each easy and unforced, an ease which life should mimic but....fine and well-built writing.

[Frecklewood]

It was also the first novel I ever read. Although I don't remember the content of the novel - the title embedded itself in my brain. Thank you for the read and the write! (smile)

[Ed Hart]

having survived a number of wrinkles in time, i can attest that those teenage years were almost as bad as my first three marriages

[Frecklewood]

My teenage years have me by the throat and won't let go! It's been a 40 year struggle!!! Thanks for the read!