Child

Child  of the 1920s
With her flowers and jewels
Birds and fantasies
She moves along the sidewalk
Heads turn
Whispers and excited talk

Child of the night
With a painted face
Colors dark and light
She comes and goes without trace
None dare touch her
Many do fear her

Protests of red stripes
She is others vice
Set her green birds free
She is wild, holds her liberty
Beauty becomes her
Lasting for all eternity



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Reviews

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A wild child. Excellent, enjoyable poem.

[Coyote Song]

Nicely done. Very mysterious tale. Makes we think she is a vampire or some other sort of immortal.

[Miss Owl]

A fun poem about a mysterious girl. I enjoyed!

[Black Cat Fever]

Thanks meow meow

[Miss Owl]

Whoot hoot whoot hoot whoot

[Star Wolf]

A truly awesome poem. Wonderful job/creation here.

[Sami Khalil]

May you win this contest. Very cool and very enjoyable. Keep up the great work. ....:))))

[Black Cat Fever]

Thank you very very much. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:))))))

[Tina Kline]

Very enjoyable poem. Love the descriptions & imagery. She makes me think of a vampire.

Good luck in the contest.