when I turn yellowed, crackling pages
of an old family photo album
it seems faces are in disguise
blurry hands and grinning pajama-clad
boys on Christmas morning
Gram, her cigarette poised,
legs crossed on the faded flower sofa
giving an enigmatic sideways glance
Dad, dressed for work,
the whistle I loved to blow
dangling from his black leather belt
Even my own four-year-old face
blond curls cascading
into my eyes
is like a stranger's to me
Here's one,
like a bright flower in a field of weeds,
when I boldly asked to go
with big brother to a birthday party
I had not been invited to
never dreaming the answer
would be
"Yes"
In my pink crinoline disguise,
my dirty blond hair
tamed into two long ponytails
with pink ribbons,
I charmed the older girls,
who called me cute
and
took a wild ride on Wayne's
new hot rod
nestled between his knees
that day,
propped up high atop a comforter,
right next to the birthday boy
I helped blow out the candles.
Author notes
Write a poem that tells a story in which these three items are important.
A family portrait, a down comforter, and a disguise.
A contest entry
- Mystery Prompt Contest by pinksnowboots.
1000 points, ended June 1, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments and constructive criticism welcome.
Comments
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Aww, I love this. I love how it relates the memories of a girl. I really enjoyed it!
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Write a poem that tells a story in which these three items are important.
A family portrait, a down comforter, and a disguise.
If you want another prompt, ask me!
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