Every day she walked past the shop window
Pretending not to look inside;
She’d stop and check reflection, seeing within
The clothes the mirror hide.
While moving away she checked her pace,
Keeping it casual and slow
While thoughts raced with dreams of gowns and lace–
Her face carried the glow.
Battle #27
30 Jan 2013 6 Comments
Jan 30, 2013 @ 22:59:49
I like the narrative quality and the character development in this poem. Very nice.
Feb 03, 2013 @ 03:11:35
Thank you! It’s quite fun to tell a vignette in a poem
Jan 31, 2013 @ 02:39:10
this is so sweet, May her dreams come true!
Feb 03, 2013 @ 03:13:50
Aw, thanks! I’m sure they will
Feb 01, 2013 @ 09:29:46
A wonderful glow
Feb 03, 2013 @ 03:33:14
Thanks–I love seeing people with glowing faces; their joy is contagious