uniforms
the shirt, white striped grey
top button undone, loose tie
the thrill of exposed clavicle
nails pared short short
clear nail varnish and flouted rules
hair in buoyant ponytail
flip flick fly
gray a-line skirts swish
half an inch
above knees, above sleek bronzed legs
trim ankles shod
in neat white socks
artistically folded scrunched squeezed
the white white canvas shoes
that sense of possibility
and the pirouette and the twirl
and suddenly i remembered
how fabulous it was to be sixteen
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That uniform.
:)
Oh, yes :)
self admiration, adoration. Longing, but not belonging, just prolonging.
Dream, dream oaf those halcyon days. Do u remember anything u learnt at school?
nice one. mildly sexual i must say but then these days we ve programmed ourself to find sexual undertones, overtones, monotones... halftones etc etc.
but i lkked this poem of yous .. its innocent and honest and beautiful.
bye
Thank you for restricting yourself to "mildly sexual"
A friend of mine went ahead and likened the poem to Japanese kiddie porn. *sigh*, Boys.
ah the nps uniform...
very very interesting take on it...
:)
i especially liked the clear nail varnish bit - ah 7th grade ... lol..
thanks :)
yes, a sidelong glimpse of my sister in the uniform brought it all back :)
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