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Goth Girl

GOTH GIRL


Sitting beside two Goth girls;
Black hair, black clothes,
Black eyelashes,
silver studs in the knee-length boots,
pale daughters-of-Dracula complexions.

I could be in Whitby for a Goth convention,
standing on a crag
looking out on the cold North sea,
but I'm having a coffee break
from learning Swedish,
and the blonde thread running
through my thoughts
has been momentarily lost,
a shadow darkens the sun.

Sneaking a glance at her chill loveliness; 
no fangs or love bite from the master
blemish her ivory neck,
and I laugh behind my newspaper,
laugh at the adult restraint
I have to honour,
laugh at the sentence,
Welcome to my castle!

She turns to look my way
but I have to get going
- Age before Beauty -
before the light of those eyes
makes me break
my thousand-year silence.

Copyright © ken colonsay | Year Posted 2015

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  1. Date: 1/26/2016 11:24:00 PM

    :) SKAT
  1. Date: 12/3/2015 10:23:00 AM

    WOW, now that is deep. I love how you end the poem Ken, thank you so much for sharing your words and deep thought. SKAT

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