while little girls skip rope they chant
while little girls skip rope they chant
of yellowed Cinderella
she loved the guy who lived
upstairs, and often climbed to see him
at their young age they don’t quite
understand how romance goes;
while late at night, another
seems to be self extended,
the garish light of day erodes
facades that night defended
when little girls are little women
they still gawk and cluck about
what stupid little boys may think (or
if they do at all) without
stopping to declare what they
think about (or if they do at all)
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2 comments:
little girls skipping rope...an intriguing idea for a cummings-related poem...wonder where you got that from ;)
Also, don't think I missed the Phantom allusion.
You have successfully derided both genders here, both young old. Well done.
"the garish light of day erodes
facades that night defended" is a particularly well constructed line, I think.
Last stanza is great. Nice pace. Would make a great limerick!
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