Girls Standing Talking

about girls

Picking twigs out of hair; the flutter

of coats and a round of small flights,

the strands of scarves and birds

on arms. Fingernails on tweed and

the promise of soap and beads,

music from ankles and white wrists.

All too busy to listen; words as sweets

that fall between polished shoes

A ring of small bones, godesses

round mouthed at the sight of mobiles,

a nest of starlings ready to flee;

Oh you didn`t,you really didn`t...

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A very creative poem, you describe the girls well.
Enjoyable.

[Coyote Song]

An enjoyable poem. I like this a lot. Birds in the nest just waiting for that moment to fly....

[Ruth]

And as soon as the innocence is realised, there is the freedom...and whoosh...they do fly :) This is beautiful x