Written 1998 © Claudia Schlottman Transcribed July 4, 2002
Sarah at Thirteen
She stands, hip cocked, in a
tank top--cotton knit, striped in
muted hues of blue, brown, green.
Hints of breasts push
against the fabric.
Chill bumps stand on slender
arms. Thumbs hooked on belt loops
of jeans that sag over
boyish hips, she looks straight
ahead, shifts her weight.
Necklaces - tiny beads
strung together by a
friend - gleam in the March sun.
[A dog tag (Old Navy)
hangs around her neck.]
Adidas--the perfect
pair--peek from beneath the puddled demin of her
[too-long] jeans. She tosses
her hair--blonde, chin length, no
bangs. Blue eyes flash beneath
dark brows, startling slashes
against her fair skin.
She turns, delivers a wide, unselfconscious
preorthodontic smile.
2 comments:
Love this poetic capture. Found you through Blogs of Note. Thanks for sharing this!
Hi Charlotte, this is the first time I've been to your poetry place. This is great; your words bring her to life. Hope you keep hooking up over at WOW.
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