Sorry, I'm a day late...
I don't know what's going to be harder, posting a new poem every week, or not complaining about the quality of the poem.
Right now, I'm struggling with both aspects...
This was a poem a wrote in December that I've been trying to work with. But, before I show you what I've done with it, I thought I'd show you the original.
Ribbons
Before I knew
what competition
was, I knew I wanted to
best you. I wanted to win,
and run home to regale
my family with stories
of my conquests,
the details of
your defeat.
But, you, Lucy,
with hair ribbons
matching your dress
—hair cutely curled,
dress with pink butterflies—
your hand in the air,
answer on the tip of
your tongue. You
never gave me
a chance!
Yes, before I knew
what competition was,
I knew jealousy, and it
came wrapped in
pink butterflies.
1 comment:
o.k Liz, you're awesome! I totally want more of this poem though--I want to know the whole story. Did you have a run in with her before this incident?
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