- MH -

[HaroHalola]

she
was just a girl
'splaying rubiauburn caracole
in dingy sunlight
as hungry danced 'round
hungry for something

she was just a girl

a daughter-mother
born
to skill & scullery
as the others danced
merry into dingy sunlight
hungry for something
she
& jessedressy

she was just a girl

only
the strains of music assuaged,
like an unfamiliar bosom's
familiar melody,
to the wireless
or of the paucitous street
marconi 'n cheese
never cheesy enough

she was just a girl

whirls, & whirled
of pirates & barons
abandoned
like a vested, barren jessedressy
to
citizenbest
restive for something
beyond vacancy
& vacated friends,
now coveted

she was just a girl

before
me,
of violate pianokey smudge:
what size? critisize,
home to eyes
streaked like windows
in her dingy sunlight
born to moaning,
when our cord was cut
she cried
plentimental
mother
is the necessity of invention

she was just a girl

two centenaries
rubiauburn caracole
too soon silvered
to bleach white
like marrowless bones
fed on resentaplenty...
wilting silk flowers
she
was just a girl

she was just a girl

H.e.m.
4.19.MMix
(For F)[/i]

[mtmynd]

"she was just a girl"
but what a girl she was
b4 she surrendered age
to the inevitable gnawing
that perm-e-ates the spurt
of growth reaching for that
which makes the once girl
into the now woman of the
(w)hole world and nothing but.

enjoyed, H/H... indeed.

[hester_prynne]

I dug it too.
Lots
H

[HaroHalola]

mtmynd - Your interpretation is a powerful parcel of the meaning, certainly; there is an even darker aspect here, which I have attempted to portray. Yes, she has "surrendered," & Mother's Day was the apt moment to share/heap this with the (Reading) Morlde - TY, H'H./H.e.m.

[HaroHalola]

h_p - I dig lots you dug It lots, too - TY, H'H./H.e.m.