Pink Chiffon

Morningstar Pinto, Poetry, Vol 3 Issue 1

Posted: February 1st, 2010 Track comments on this item via RSS

In essence, she walks with thrift store hands

Showcasing dead old lady beads

Once worn to tea with Dukes, princesses and little girls in pink chiffon.

 

Sweet summer ice cream drips down her arm.

Black cherry tears yearn for licking.

Wiped clean instead.

Forgetting the little girls

Forgetting her childhood.

She creates boundaries void of association and explanation.

Inspiration lost amongst mother’s rules

And father’s absence.

Still playing dress-up

Still asking why.

Her beads will soon be worn.

Bought from a thrift store

With no regard for her absence.

All that remains are the dreams and twirls of little girls in pink chiffon.

Pink Chiffon by The Picture House

After moving her family from Victoria, B.C., to Cape Breton, N.S., Morningstar has been on a mission to learn how to successfully navigate through the east coast language, culture and community while still maintaining her sanity. She is kept busy by her hubby, home, kids, farm, animals, disc golf course, volunteer work, knitting group, community theatre and most recently her adventures owning a small business. To read all about her (miss)adventures on the east coast you can visit www.twocrowsfarm.com to read her two cents blog.

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