a little girl

perched upon an armchair,
lollipop dangling in a pout.
she tugged at a boy's blonde locks
then shoved him into a fruit platter.

"is that the trouble child?"
"yes, the girl with mud stains on her skirt."
run, run and hide
or go on: trip over pebbles.

whirring past garden fences,
a blur of spry ardor.
twigs snapped, thorns pricked,
but she ran, she ran.

other kids huddled for a tale,
of a prince and princess' marriage.
the prince a gentleman,
the princess an elegant lady.

"mommy, will i grow into woman?"
mommy, i'm dreading the day i do.
"not if you act like a boy."
and with that, settles my mind.

the wind blew stronger against her feet
as she pelted towards a shallow pond.
bushes of green rumbled
to the little girl's wails.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
First poem I have read of yours..
I have read it several times..working at figuring it out..
Very interesting..more like a short story than a poem..
Lisa, now in Spain