1. Gwen Harwood's Poetry And How It Appeals To Me
... bicker and whine, tug her skirt. A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt. Someone she loved once passes by - too late to feign indifference to that casual nod. "How nice," et cetera. "Time holds great surprises." From his neat head unquestionably rises a small balloon "but for ... own staring acid-pink reflection. The simple fact is, she's too tired to move. O where's the demon lover, the wild boy who kissed the future to her flesh beneath what skies, what stars, what space! and swore to love her through hell's own fires? A child stretches above her and, ... laughing, crowns her wit...
- Word Count: 1594
- Approx Pages: 6
- Grade Level: High School