Three little girls who all unwary

Three little girls who all unwary

A Poem by Poeticpiers
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narrative verse

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Three little girls who all unwary.
 
 
Blodwen,.Bronwen and Ceridwen
Three ladies who were past their prime
 who quite by chance had met again.
Were swapping memories of the time
 
when they were young and innocent
 and played together in the sun.
Older now and discontent
as they recalled what they had done.
 
To make their mark, achieve success
Their stories were pruned carefully.
The still desired to impress
 not one of them spoke truthfully.
 
Though each knew that the other two
were being economical
with the truth .As people do
 although they had waxed lyrical.
 
About the exploits of their youth.
Experiences they had shared
which they all knew to be the truth.
But none of the three was prepared.
 
To tell the plain unvarnished truth
 of what they’d done in search of fame
When they had left behind their youth.
They lied to cover up their shame.
 
Though all agreed to met again
and see each other frequently
Each one of them resolved to cheat
 as they said goodbye cheerfully.
 
So they went their separate ways
without a single backward glance.
Back to the role that each now plays.
They’ll only meet again by chance.
 
You can’t return to yesteryear
 you can’t regain lost innocence.
All make the same mistakes I fear
 in gaining life experience.
 
Blodwen. Bronwen and Ceridwen
have all done things which they regret.
Some things they would not do again.
They try their hardest to forget.
 
To see each other might revive
a friendship which they have outgrown.
They did what they had to survive.
Nobody’s business but their own.
 
Their shameful secrets still intact
 they do not wish to meet again.
Nor do they wish to interact.
 Blodwen,Bronwen and Ceridwen..
 
14-Mar-08

© 2008 Poeticpiers


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Kind of a bitter/sweet reunion. All of them aware of how they sold their innocence. I loved the way you gave them names, and character, or lack of character. You have such a smooth way of uncovering ugliness with grace. An art. Rain..

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Near Durham city UK, United Kingdom



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72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..

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