Storybook Lips

A common meter poem inspired by a day at the grocery store.

Across the registers

And mountains of food

And people bowing their heads,

 

As if deep in prayer

In their churches and pews

And wearing their Sunday best,

 

A face looking out

And shining above,

I feel like I’ve seen before.

 

Not in real life,

But maybe a dream,

Or a novel I read in grade four.

 

Her lips are distinct,

Perfectly even,

Expertly sculpted or whittled;

 

Gently swooping,

Like a book on a table

Opened up right to the middle.

 

The carriage beside me

Holding inside it

A yogi in toddler disguise

 

Rust colored skin,

Cast iron hair,

A profound knowing look in her eyes.

 

Gazing at me,

Unblinking and still,

Dazzled by what she is seeing

 

As if she could spot

My fluttering thoughts

Or think me straight up to the ceiling.

Author's Note

punctuation in this style of writing is loosely applied, unless obvious or functional.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I found this so beautiful I had to read it twice to get the gist of it glad I did well done