Girl With a Biege Scarf

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Part based on a painting

In the mornings I would walk

Along the shore-line

Whistling 'Sous les Ponts de Paris'

It was there that I would see her


To me the skies were blue

To her grey

Lifeless and grey like the ocean

A desert the colour of steel


Often she would stop

Collect a shell

Studying this thing

Thrown up by the surf


Then she would toss it

Into the desert

Returning it back home

Wondering at its existence


Often I longed to run up

To stop her

To ask her if she'd mind

My company for a bit


But I never did do that

I left her

To what? - succumb

Victim to a preying world


I saw her once

Not her

Captured in a self portrait

So beautiful - so young


There her scarf was beige

On the beach - red

Once it streamed in the wind

Like the tail of a young boys' kite


Now she is gone

I still walk the shore

I read about her passing in the paper

I still whistle 'Sous les Ponts de Paris'


A child skips down to the sand

He takes her place

His kite soars upwards

Its tail is beige.



Submitted: March 04, 2013

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I really liked your contrast of comparing the ocean to a desert. Very interesting!

Tue, March 5th, 2013 12:19am


Thanks for that!

Wed, March 6th, 2013 1:57pm

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