Sixteen Poem by Alan James Roll

Sixteen



Sixteen
On a beach in printed swimsuit, flower
Blossoms' blue on white over puppy fat,
'Just a teenage thing, ' her mother told her,
She sulks beneath her brand new summer hat,
While smooth curved women make the grand parade
Past adolescent boys who, to impress,
Brawl in puffs of dustbowl sand; childhood fades.
She sucks her stomach flat and pinches flesh.
Lovesick Norma-Jean of ice cream, deck chairs,
Beach balls, multi-coloured blankets, lollies,
Dreaming of her Marilyn, streaming hair,
Peroxide blond city pretty polly
Of the high rise; reflected wishes sigh
In the golden pigment of her eyes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 06 June 2013

golden pigments of her yes, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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