April PAD 9: Shady

MARKET STROLL

An unbroken dawn shields
her as she labors to market
with a bucket balanced
on her head—a bizarre
balance as her hips sway
to the rhythm of her sandals
against the gnarled road.

Watched by a hooded figure
in underground style armor
with his flighty glances
and nervous movements,
she hikes up the waist
of her skirt exposing the lace
hem of her slip, unaware
of the stare she now begs.

From birth she has been unfettered
by the looks she gathers,
but she hurries toward the square
with only one fear—that her stall
may be taken. Cigarette ashes
hit the mud as the figure
eeks past, at last in step
with her journey.

He stops short before
his approach grew louder
than her humming, realizing
that he is more afraid of her thoughts
than she is even aware of him.



Prompt: Write a shady poem.


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All caught up! I am getting tired of my school work taking precedence over the fun writing. I still have another paper to write tonight but I am enjoying this reprieve from research.
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2 thoughts on “April PAD 9: Shady

  1. Very shady, indeed. I like this ” he is more afraid of her thoughts /than she is even aware of him.”
    You have some great descriptions here – I nearly went to that street, too.

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