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Bar

21 Nov

They said she used to sing

Before the smoke and drink tore her throat apart

And she had all the boys chasing

Now all she does is think about Billy

Sitting on the barstool

Yellowing over a mothers ruin and a slice

Clothes ten years old and ten years too young

Hanging on a hollowing frame

She always had a story though

And cackled like a hen

And those who remembered her beauty say

I remember when

I remember when.

 
This is an entry for the Mookychick blogging competition, FEMINIST FLASH FICTION 2011. Enter now.
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3 Comments

Posted by on November 21, 2011 in flash fiction, poem, poetry

 

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3 responses to “Bar

  1. Morning

    November 22, 2011 at 6:13 pm

    lovely.
    Cheers.

    😉

     
  2. The Orange Tree

    November 23, 2011 at 7:19 pm

    a fun verse, well done.

    visit 18 poets from our list to get more feedback from your peers.
    Cheers.

    🙂

     
  3. Cherlyn

    November 26, 2011 at 4:34 pm

    Wow, that’s quite a sorrowful poem. It’s beautiful written, and really makes my heart reach out for her. Thank you for sharing!

    Here’s mine for the rally: Butterflies

     

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