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Summer Jane
comes with the wisteria
Her autumn chestnut hair
grows a crown of auburn as June rolls on
The girl ripens with the summer
Her cheeks pink
like a peach
and her sweet scent draws the boys
like bees to soda pop
Summer Jane loves them all
She writes their names
in the margins of her dime store paperback
Tells them
the cicadas sing at night
just for them
Most times, they believe her because
she tucks a magnolia blossom behind her ear
she tucks a magnolia blossom behind her ear
and paints her toenails red
and she’s so damn pretty
No one knows where Summer Jane comes from
or ever sees her leave
but just like summer,
one day she’s gone
Everything is a little less bright
and the breezes blow a little colder.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday
14 comments:
... this granny remembers those 'Summer Jane' days ... pure magic.
I love the sound of Summer Jane.......she is living women's best days. I hope she knows it!
What an invocation of beauty - so transient and fatal.
I love every gorgeous image you have painted with your words.
As one of the boys who was drawn like a bee to soda, let me say you described her perfectly. She is achingly beautiful and the illusion is that she is always just within reach - surprise - she's just out of reach. Wonderful, and now my heart is aching.
Beautiful, I'd love to be a natural red head. She reminds me of Florence Welch in that photo :)
A gypsy girl, I see. Just as well she lets the countryside cool off for part of the year.
...a beauty that will live in their hearts and memories forever.. Summer Jane... I really, really like this poem...
Beauty comes and has its will...I was never Summer Jane. Sigh, but I know girls who were.
I was never a Summer Jane, alas... but I know her well. She is indeed gone when the season ends. "Like bees to soda pop," my favorite line. Nicely done, Lola!
AUMMER JANE, NOT SO PLAIN....
Oh this is wonderful! I am a red head myself but not the drop dead gorgeous variety! You really created a very alluring character
I have just started doing a Sunday prompt at my blog if you'd be interested I would love you to participate =)
http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/04/28/2310/
I love this. I never was a Summer Jane. My brother got the red hair gene and I got medium brown, but I had me some good summers nevertheless.
A poem to awaken a million memories, Ms Mouse.
Thanks!
K
I love this. I never was a Summer Jane. My brother got the red hair gene and I got medium brown, but I had me some good summers nevertheless.
A poem to awaken a million memories, Ms Mouse.
Thanks!
K
This is beautiful and reminds me of growing up in a coastal town where such beautiful people who followed the sun would arrive and dazzle the boys (who i had wanted to be dazzled by me)
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