XXXV - A winter's morning in June.

I have been quiet for some time with poetry far down my to-do list. 

I was prompted into action by a post on Diane's blog 

which lead me to Mama's Losin It 

where there was a challenge to write a 16 line poem 

about something life changing from my childhood.

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A winter’s morning in June.

Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue,

Her legs reached past her middle;

I adored her in the way that puppies do:

All enthusiasm and warm piddle.

Her lips were pink, her skin was white,

Complexion cream and peaches;

I’d curl up in my bed at night

Dreaming of her nether reaches.

I was a mess of hormones, dreams,

young lust and cheap cologne.

But the bubble burst, or so it seems,

When she spoke to me alone.

She was as thick as a housing brick

With an IQ of a winter’s morning;

“Piss off’ was all she really said to me,

I was grateful for the warning.

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© J Cosmo Newbery

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