Caroline (a poem)



She threw her pearls like water, a chain of droplets
Stuck in a moment of time
Caught by the next passerby, the next wave of sunshine
Don’t pause for a second because then the parade
will have passed. This she knew, all too well.
She swung her dress, circle after circle—
When the carousel stopped, she found them,
scattered about the ground, like fine cheese;
like herself.
“It’s what happens,” they said, and she decided
to talk about it.
She now wears a chain of mirrored beads, gems glistening
in the sun’s rays, reflecting images of others circling by.



This piece was inspired by a photo found here at Tweetspeak poetry and submitted for their Photoplay Prompt.



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