The girl with yellow hair

Quickly!

Smile & you’ll see the face of two darling strangers running, playing.

Quick! There they go! Hurry, catch them! Running & falling in love quicker than I can ever write!

& Oh the joy of how they skip, two lovers run.

I want their beauty captured, their time immortalised,

Set the sun. Capture it. Frame it! Place the faces of the young all over the walls and watch the darkness turn back in time.

That pretty girl in youth in full state of charming grace, a strong man of words her chosen fate.

They smile.  & Still you need to watch their faces burn!

Flowers in the streets & corridors of colour. Simple echos of sounds of silent laughter.

They pause & turn, his hand stops hers.

Firm & right, her wrist is small. Their veins pulsate, their breathe resists.

& Within her eyes he says a shortened word, her face reacts with a blood red hue.

& this is love!

Yes, this is fantasy and dreams and bounds & screams of youth. This is freedom!

This is escape!

Her golden hair the daffodils friend. Her pure white cheeks, her crimson lips.

There’s no need for kiss though man would seek. Their secret radiance intensifies.

Her shining dress, her blacked gown, a floral princess in summer’s dance.

But shush!.

Quiet. The crowds are back!

Girl and boy do gaze and part & watching them; a beating a heart.

This girl is mine, though she says no name.

& I watch her.

& smile.

(c) Ed Simkins

~ A secret girl inspires

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