Girl Child

posted in: Feminism, Photo-Poet 4

 Pip as Strawberry Shortcake.

I awoke at 3:45 am this morning to find my mind all ready busy writing poetry. And dang it, if it didn’t insist on making me haul my tired body out of bed to write it all down. And wouldn’t you know it, paper and pens are almost impossible to find in the dark. So here is what my mind wrote in the wee hours of this morning:

Girl Child

Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall
No time for food
No time for drink
No time to pee
Monsters to draw
Poisonous mushrooms to pick
Marching ants to bury
Dolls to swaddle, fold, stuff into small prams
Underwear to toss
Blackened face
Green knees
Purple tongue
Bare Bottom
Hair a nest of twigs, leaves, tangles
Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall into bed
Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall
Cry
Wake
No brush
Teeth like sugar-bugs
Hair wants nest
Hungry
Eat
Chew
More choci-milk
Abandon plate
Run
Jump
Hang
Slide
Fall
Melissa Mix Hart 2010

4 Responses

  1. theresa_hart
    | Reply

    sounds like Pip alright!

  2. Melissa Mix Hart
    | Reply

    That’s my girl!

  3. Michelle
    | Reply

    Great poem.
    Sweet Childhood.
    By the way….I recognize that wig.

  4. Melissa Mix Hart
    | Reply

    Thanks Michelle, does your ‘girl child’ have the same stunning wig?

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