A poem.
Pale, blonde and weird.
No one knows for sure what they've done
Only a rumor
Only a thing of legend
Kept inside to become a recluse in your own mind
Never knowing why
Leave the treasure
Drop the hints
Maybe for once someone will actually care
Care enough to knock on the door
Always a figure of imagination
But always there with a blanket and a knife
2 comments:
You WOULD write a poem about/alluding to To Kill A Mockingbird.
I have a feeling that this is also an allusion to yourself, hmm?
If so, I enjoy it.
I have to say I was inspired by your poem about Kathy and Sylvia Plath, it led me to write this. Well, I have kind of been planning this for awhile but your poem made it easier for me. Blah.
And yes, it is about me as well.
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