the girl with dreams in place of a heart
she liked books about horsesand often concocted
epic adventures for a girl just her age
with golden palomino ponies,
glossy black stallions and blue roans.
always, in imagination,
there would be triumph
blue rosettes, golden trophy cups,
racing silks like motley,
purple as mardi gras.
when the plots began
to hinge on human males
imagination drew romance:
something old, something blue
white satin, lace,
and a golden ring.
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7 comments:
this is lovely - a collage of growing-up girl dreams in living colour...
This is dreamy and the voice certainly fits the subject matter, a young girls dreams. Golden hues seem to rightfully surround the fantasies of that age.
Elizabeth
Oh my, that's a powerful title! But then, ever so subtle if also plain as day... this is a powerful poem too. That title just sits in the background, challenging the tapestry of the dream. The emotions are obvious, yet stilled. Almost hushed. And I almost don't want to say, draw attention that way.
Sometimes poems are criticized for beginning strong, then with nothing much at the end. Yet here, because of its strength that first line echoes down the line, making near a ghost of the rest, and just perfect for the poem's title here. Very creative process for this poem, and thanks. ~neil
I'm glad to see blue also weaving through the gold here! Wouldn't it be nice if life was always golden?!
This is beautiful. I remember those days of horse books and horse dreams. Your poem took me back to those days!
Very dreamy...this!
colours lay bare my soul
Your poem holds such beautiful visions from this girl with a colorful imagination.
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