the blue in her eyes
the little girl sat on a park bench on
a late sunday morning in her
white freshly pressed dress
and white lacy gloves
holding a petite black purse
and wearing black catlike glasses
a slight breeze
brushed back her wavy blond hair
a young man kneeled before her
pointing a camera her way
snapping photograph
after photograph
telling her to look this way and that
using words like angel
and baby
and darling
as if she was a magazine model
now smile he told her
but she would not smile
please smile darling
show me your lovely smile
but she refused to smile
without offering an explanation
clenching the clasp of her petite black purse
becoming frustrated the young man
stood tall and begged her to tell him
why she would not smile
moments of silence ensued
except for the wind traveling between them
brushing forward her hair
and shrouding the blue in her eyes
january two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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a very self possessed girl – strong details and imagery, John – K
in a world of her own – thank-you, K
A disturbing aftertaste. Hmmmmm
as astute observation my friend….
A story beautifully expressed…I could see this little girl so clearly in my mind.
Thank you, Beverley. So much is on her mind.
Lovely yet disconcerting…who is he to her I wonder?
That’s what I’m still trying to figure out!
Enjoyed the poem brother!
Hey Cathie – thanks so much for stopping by – mucho apreciado, as they say ;`)
another one of those, that leaves me wanting more. You have a clever way of leaving the reader in suspense. lovely.
so glad you enjoyed this one, Denise