Dry smooth silver satin dances
along stained dirty streets,
twinkling, spinning stilletoes on cobbles
where above grey skies weep.
Still, a radiant smile is worn
regardless of fear and scorn,
golden syrup curls shine and whirl,
they bounce...
But in another world
a crumpled tear stained sleeve
smears remnants of yesterdays tears.
Hurt forbidden from friends,
almost hidden from herself,
yet she is so strong
in a place that is very real
and so, so cruel.
But a watery smile creases her
withered green eyes,
this is reality...
and nothing touches her,
because we can't let it.
I am so deeply impressed by this poem!
The only thing that bothered me was the fact that every line started with a cap. If you were to change that, the poem would be perfect.
What imagery you used here....so outstanding and touching!
A crumpled tear stained sleeve
Smears remnants of yesterdays tears
Hurt forbidden from friends
Almost hidden from herself
But she is so strong
In a place that is very real
And so, so cruel
^^
this evokes so much sympathy in the readers mind..how she is strong and hiding her tears, so moving..
I give you a five out of five for this gem and my weekly vote, dear girl.