Alice - The PreludeA Poem by Leslie Philiberta new lookLegs locked under, a book across innocent thighs, knees covered with a calico print. She reads aloud with perfect slowness, clebrating each article and preposition, every phrase climbing as a song. With a pink-piggy finger and a translucent fingernail, she traces each letter. Finishing each word with a flourish, rudely wagging a finger, giving the naughty book a good telling off... Yet there are the first things wrong, the sky thick with blue, bees agitated, the earth starting to sink. There are strangers waiting, to steal her attention, her long dark locks move windless.
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Added on April 5, 2012Last Updated on April 7, 2012 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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