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SHIFTING COLOURS

She waits, in her pencil thin skirt

Leaning against the chain-link fence

Watches the sky slowly empty itself of dusk

Tells herself as the colours shift

From rose to coral to something deeper

He will come; he’s not the operator

Everyone has warned her about

Her mother thinks her naiveté is a recipe

For disaster, that essentially,

She’s beyond foolish, asking for heartache

To be handed to her like a gift—

As darkness encroaches and settles on her

Like a chilly shawl, she wonders

If she will be forgiven for being hopeless …

S.E.Ingraham©

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10 thoughts on “SHIFTING COLOURS

  1. As seems often the case lately, the week has evaporated to nothingness again and it’s Friday (late afternoon where I am) – time for the second set of words I think, from the free-for-all last week (wasn’t that a party?) … just wanted to thank everyone for coming by and commenting on my gal in her pencil-thin skirt waiting on the operator who is unlikely to show … your feedback as always was interesting, insightful and appreciated.

  2. I like how you used ‘pencil’ – waiting, anticipation…heartache a city gals ‘country song’ of perhaps he’s gonna do me wrong, but maybe right?

    Glad you liked my wordle #70, Here is #71 –
    V\http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/08/sw-71-how-to-serve-man-11-b-10.html

  3. I like this poem very much. I tried to write one about a smooth operator and couldn’t get it to work. You certainly have. I love “as darkness encroaches and settles on her like a chilly shawl.” I can feel that and know how engaging operators can be and how blind one can be to seeing them through the filter of hope.

    Great write and well done.

  4. The last line carries an intensity of sadness, despair even…. with yearning. Wowza! Another strong write from you, Sharon. Your narrator wants desperately to believe in herself, her feelings, her “operator.”

  5. The atmospheric detail in this poem is marvellous “Watches the sky slowly empty itself of dusk” and you make a whole back story about the girl come to life with the setting.

  6. Oh, Sharon- This is one of my favorites of yours! I especially like:

    Watches the sky slowly empty itself of dusk
    Tells herself as the colours shift
    From rose to coral to something deeper

    AND

    As darkness encroaches and settles on her
    Like a chilly shawl,

  7. This magical poem brings us into this dusky world of hopeless hope. We all know that sometimes if we stand long enough the the dying sunset gives that soft unexpected afterglow, not often. She waits for the “not often”. Somehow it is her pencil thin skirt and the chain link fence give the scene it truly hopeless feel.

  8. Definitely a strong poem here. Sometimes it takes people a long while to learn lessons. “Operators” are often not obvious to the hopeful young. In retrospect, however, they are obvious! A very interesting write.

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