She knocks

If walking down the road
and then you
meet but not
truly but yet

pink is the colour of her hair
(it goes with the green, you see)
She likes firework sheds
with their flyng roofs
and ferris wheels
crayons
a pretty bow on her tail

then turn and return
grasp and release

And maybe she'll
come back



Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2026-05-28 at 13:10

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is an intriguing poem. When I got very close to the end of it I thought maybe you are describing a kite with bow on her tail, along with the final two stanzas, but the beginning beguiles that theory. But yet... it is thought provoking, which I much enjoy. Blessings, Allen
PS: Nice to see your work on PoetBay again.
2026-05-28


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I'd like to meet this person ~~~
2026-05-28