Pink hat
I walk past often,
Licking the polished window that divides
Me from a pink hat;
Too expensive and expansive,
Too luring to ignore.
I tried it on once, and it suited
My pale skin wonderfully,
Brought allure to my chin,
Flushed me with life, and still
I thought, perhaps
It was not right, not sane, not for now, not for me.
What hat would like to be
Locked up and hidden?
Too upsetting a colour. And then colours fade,
Grow pale, and a pale pink
Would turn my skin grey. So I said,
Closed my eyes and left, heading home
To my family. Perhaps later, but then
My grandmothers wore dark blue or harmless pastels.
I desire pink.
Walden Said:
on September 10, 2007 at 3:26 am
I don’t get what the pink hat is a metaphor for. Also you lick the polished window???
yuzublizzard Said:
on September 10, 2007 at 10:39 am
It’s a metaphor for a relationship, but also experience in general. Our common sense can be frustratingly imprisoning.
To “do window licking” is how the French translate window-shopping. Illustrates well how much we desire what we cannot have.