Pauline
never had brothers,
just a mother
who smothered
youthful ambitions,
and a sister
from another mister
who embraced tradition
no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl
twirling on the garden bridge
stare
never had a reason
to loathe a season,
or being born
heart-torn
til now
girl of snow
and starfire,
let the grip go,
loose the barbed wire
no hurricane can touch
a spectral sigh, feels too much
no serenity in a feather-light finger brush
disguised as an innocent touch
hates to blush
(2019)
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay
Thistle Thoughts 
That’s a wonderful poem about a girl! A strong and wild girl! Enjoyed reading it!
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Thank you
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My pleasure!
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Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem!
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😊 Thank YOU for reading ❤️
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Beautifully written on a girl. Loved to read it! Thank you for sharing 🤗💓🎉👍
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“Snow and starfire”… That measures my vision of your core as well, and it’s beautiful.
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Aww thank you! 💙💙 I definitely feel that. 😊
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Beautiful
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Powerful poem about a girl pushing against her family’s constraints ❤
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Thank you!
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