Monarchist Oleg

Freshman - 848 Points (Maseno, Kenya)

Pew Sin - Poem by Monarchist Oleg

A girl sits at the corner of my eye Holding her face in her hands Gazing strongly at the priest Her hair trapped in a knot at the top of her head Piercings dot the edges of her ear A strip of dark hair escapes her temple Yet never finds her ear lobe Feet softly placed on the footrest Untainted by artificial polish or blemish Something glittery circles her finger The corner of my eye catches her leaving

Form: Prose Poem

Comments about Pew Sin by Monarchist Oleg

  • (1/10/2016 3:02:00 PM)

    Very detailed portrayal of a girl just sitting there. You are very observant, a good quality to have as a poet. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2016

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