Ivy Anastasia
Poem Sophie
Poem Sophie
Sophie
Ungrown woman walking tall
Walking along streets flushed
with unnamed entities who’ve
been here
days and nights and lifetimes
long
common as the clambering of feet
the thrush of traffic
the endless directions
to be pursued
An ungrown woman here -
childhood spirit regarded, safe-guarded
with womanly retrospect -
the fringes of her
tampered by
daytime drunks
then, those hardened city folk:
stiff faced, collars upturned
ice cold as city cement
sickly with October frost
The sleep refused scenes
hidden in forbidden crevices
simple nooks of the wide city
attended by the drifting, listless, party hardened souls
of those engrossed with combining the effects of loud music
and booze
An ungrown woman here
so quickly spending life before 30?