Momentnot to be forgotin fact whole worldsare builtupon its importSmall girlsits alonein a church vestibulewhile adult women chatadjacentOh justleave her thereshe’s poutingLeave her aloneshe needs to learnSmall girlalone in a vestibuleto be forgotas women’s laughterfades
For Karin’s prompt to the Real Toads: TAKE TWO AND SING
(Using the words “be forgot” from Auld Lang Syne)
The lone girl learning by being left... I wonder why she has to learn that people are mean... so sad.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me remember some dim memory that stays just beyond my grasp...
ReplyDeleteI doubt she will learn the intended lesson. I feel sorry for her. This is as bad as the wearing of the dunce hat or sitting in the corner for a bit. Writing a hundred times? At least we got to move around doing that.
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What Fireblossom said. Not a good memory, either.
ReplyDeleteThis has such a memorable feel--moments that are laden, that feel symbolic, that carry weight-- well done. Thanks, Marian, for playing along with the prompt. K.
ReplyDeleteOh, poor thing...How sad to leave someone alone while the echo of laughter burns into sorrow.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I've been on both sides of this one. Authentic work indeed.
ReplyDeleteChildren feel so much more strongly than we want to admit--how is it that we forget that?--I think we've all had a moment like this in our lives.
ReplyDeleteAww.. this is a rather sad portrait - the emotional girl, the careless women.. is this, after all, the way childhood ends?
ReplyDeleteThis feels so real, I only hope it is not autobiographical. Thanks for all the great poetry, may your holidays be beautiful - sending Xmas love and light, Moskowitz the Humble
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for yours! So much inspiration all around us.
ReplyDeletea bit eerie... ~
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