There is the plain girl falling in and out of the silo,
never being swallowed by the wheat, finding the slabs
of a gray ladder, just in time for the evening meal.
She has waited too long for the beautiful prophecy
that her mother stuffed in her feather pillow
She has not blossomed into a beauty, still a plain girl,
once a plain baby, and so unaware of it
that her father tries
to place the bathroom mirror a little too high.
There is the smart girl, dancing as though elegant,
reading, one leg in the air, such a basic ballerina,
such a show off in brown shoes.
She walks a haughty swish, as though she has things
to do, and breaks the tough stems of perfect dandelions.
When she walks she is the apple of her own eye.
She is smooth and barefoot and her hair is bound
in the glisten and sparkle of a diamond shaped band,
and she is so daring, that the boys halt and think
that maybe something beautiful is behind her face,
under her skirts, or between her bright eyes.
They believe for no reason, that she secretly laughs.
Her voice is beautiful, her voice,
a bloom, it is a sweet breath captured,
in a lilt of moaned song.
She wears a hint of red on her too small lips.
She drifts in the odor of a childish soap.
And all of them, all of them, keep her in sight
for she is talking, walking on, in a haughty swish.
Beautiful in her oblivion and perfect pitch.
you have such confidence in the way you apply your brush to the canvas; your figures come alive; and the knowledge that comes through your sure pen is artful and serene and clear...again, there are three of four people here who can do this, and you are two of them...
This is as well-built and wonderfully expressed as anything you have ever done, which means it is as good as anything written anywhere, anytime, by anyone.
Reminds me of something my Father told me as a child, "Darling, it's all in the way you carry yourself".
Yes, this little lady knows that. What a delightful, insightful and endearing pice.
I will save this for little ladies I know:-)
you have such confidence in the way you apply your brush to the canvas; your figures come alive; and the knowledge that comes through your sure pen is artful and serene and clear...again, there are three of four people here who can do this, and you are two of them...
I like this story very much. Because really what is outward beauty when you have that perfect pitch. And if I can't really carry a tune in a bucket, there's something about that faraway look in my eyes and that mischevious smile that always draws folks in.
I never, ever wished to be prettier. There is something about being content with one's own gifts.
Beautiful...I felt like I was there watching her. So many great parts of imagery in here you transport us with ease. Excellent job...if I could figure out how to work the favorites now that the site has changed this would definitely be added!
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