Lizzie

Always somewhat the ugly duckling, your sister
Having been crowned, early on, as the family's
Example of mid-priced beauty, I stare at you now,
At your narrow face, your hooking nose, these
Welcoming eyes, and I fall again, not your prince,
But enchanted. Captured by elegant understatement,
A simple black dress caressing your flesh and black
Stockings, no brooch, no necklace, no bracelets,
Not anything else but your loose blonde hair,
You are, as always, my up-market bauble,
Not someone the rabble can properly see.
I'm thrilled that we're squashed thigh to thigh
On this love seat. I'm dying to turn, to wrap
You in my arms, but I shouldn't; too many others
Around, gamely watching your sister singing,
Playing tag with the key.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-24 at 13:45

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