Posted 20.07.12 in Writing
Teeth like ancient tombstones; her grin was wide and quant
Her eyes were not remarkable but light and green and faint
Her skin was freckled, her cheeks pockmarked
Her words could sparkle, shone in the dark
Well I met her at a party, a story quite cliché
Slurped my drink and told me how she hated the day
And her eyes were fearful, and innocent
She was for trial, but not for rent
Her voice was slurred and drawling, her lips were freely lent
To rouge red cheeks and scarlet mouths, every second spent
But her face was lying, her mind was cold
She was scared by the soul she had sold
I clutched her in my arms to stop her descent to the ground
Her sense began to focus; as I spoke she heard the sound
She saw salvation, in another’s face
Her kiss marked me, a blazing trace
‘The Red Girl’ was submitted in response to Huw Williams’ Song Writing Challenge.
Huw Williams says: I really liked this entry and the lyric “She was for trial not for rent” I felt was particularly poignant.
One Response to “‘The Red Girl’ by Jessica Matthews”
I like the simplicity of this poem. It doesn’t say anything explicitly, it tells you little details that shape the outline of what happened.I thought the ‘she was for trial, but not for rent’ bit is really interesting- I think it suggests someone afraid of commitment maybe.