The Street Child Poem by Hannah York

The Street Child

Rating: 3.5
 


Wild feral eyes,
Looking for redemption from the skies.
Flailing grasping limbs,
Not avaricious in their sins.
Grimy tainted hide,
A mirror of blighted tarnished pride.
Tangled matted hair,
Exudes unwavering passionate despair.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christian Lacdael 24 February 2013

Yep, that's the semi neglected council kids on my estate.

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Adeline Foster 10 January 2013

A wonderful description couched in verse. Feral is such a great choice of metaphor. Read mine - Cicatrix - Adeline

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