Heat rises in waves from sun-baked cement. Sanctuary sought beneath an awning. Pink and white, like umbrellas when we went Bounding through white-crested waves, saw sun dawning Over open water, glinting sapphires. Basking in the whirring, machine made air. Brightly-coloured trays laid to admire. Smooth - waters resting calm in weather fair. A metal edge glides, like a boat through waves, Like a fin through shallow waters, hunting. Scooping hollows, trenches deep, subtle caves. Jewel tones, like fish, through the coral darting. Sticky fingers, melted trails across chins, Connecting freckles splashed across your skin.
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Kari McLeese
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
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The Lady of the House
You look as though you don't know what to do, Standing bashful in the lusty splendour Of rich coloured silks, breathing perfumed air, Avoiding my gaze and studying the floor. Your eyes are glazed, red-rimmed, a sign that you Have come from somewhere serving something stronger, Which gave you courage to enter this place In search of ways to cease a gnawing hunger. I read your face as you walked through my door, Hat at your breast, a model of drunken Courtesy. I, a Lily in a palace Full of flowers, spread out to be picked by men Who show no love, who do not stop to think That I could have desires, need affection, Only grope with lust-driven hands and lips Touch all but my mouth, craving satisfaction. I wish to know a tender kiss, feel skin That stirs my heart. I'm lost in this erotic Veil, this mask of willing mistress. My soul, Once pure, now beaten, shriveled, burnt charcoal black. I'm no longer fit for heaven, though I pray To the angels each night, asking for mercy, For the strength to carry me through the choking nights, For help to look not with hatred, but pity. You look as though you may be different, But I say the same of most who come. A hope flares inside which no one can quell; A need to be wanted - I always succumb.
By Kari McLeese3 years ago in Poets
Blossom
A dead past does not put a halt to a new future. A year later, Kaffy, a highly intelligent, creative, bookish, and preppy Nigerian-Canadian 15-year-old girl was released from juvenile prison. She was arrested and charged with petty theft and assault, and was sentenced to a year in prison. Her sentence was supposed to be 6 months for stealing a lollipop, a chocolate bar, a pack of playing cards, and a bag of Cheeto's cheesies from 7-Eleven, but she received another 6 months for kicking, punching, and hitting another female inmate across the face during an altercation in the canteen.
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