truth

[Delta40]

behind the decrepit pavillion
at the playing field
black gnarled branches
locked and tightly sealed
are laden with posion fruits
a tale my mother laces
but boys led us here by force
to inspect our secret places
we girls stripped down bare
they ordered me to climb
and I tingled in their lust
I posed in the crook of each limb
to see a bare girl is a must
soft green moss cushion my cheeks
as I felt so excitedly special
when boys struggled to get a peek
they singgered then called us names
and took off with a whoop
to play a game of footer
they couldn't give a stuff
that isn't what my mum said
and my dad's wandering hands agreed
that little girls naked are special
as many men have seen

[Jerrybaldy]

Truth.
Bare naked truth.
Brave bare naked truth. Fearless and sad and I respect you to the ends of the earth for posting.
Jerry

[Delta40]

It is a valuable memory. I realised I could always act before anyone else and I knew the true meaning of shame once I complied with their demands..

[hillwalker]

Delta - there seems to have been a vibe going around over the last 12 hours or so that encouraged a select number of us to lay our souls bare for all the world to see.

This is extremely powerful yet restrained writing - a taboo subject to some, but isn't real life taboo? Without a doubt one of your better pieces.

H

[hillwalker]

Back to page 1 so more can read this, hopefully

[PrinceMyshkin]

couple of typos: "posion" instead of poison & "singerred" instead of sniggered, but the whole of this is so brave, so honest, so shaming to us men. Your Dad's "wandering hands" gave me special concern. I salute you and hope you've since had the respectful treatment that you deserve, both as a woman and a person!

[dafydd manton]

That's such a moving story, and so well observed. Sometimes we write from imagination, sometimes from personal experience. I hope it's the former, but......
if it isn't then you are one of the bravest writers I've come across. Deeply touching, moving work.

[Delta40]

thank you Hillwalker, Prince and Dafydd. I'm writing a monologue for a play scene and I am particularly struck by the fine line between father/daughter love and taboo territory. it is very easy to imply the depth of a girls love for her daddy and have it misconstrued and vice versa. either way the love is devoted, passionate and lasts across a lifetime. what do others think?

[dafydd manton]

Having lost contact with both my daughters well over 10 years ago, thanks to their dear mother telling packs of lies, I wish I knew how they would feel!

[Delta40]

I hope things change but you're talking to the wrong person since my father loved a peaceful life more than his children.

he died.

my life has blossomed ever since.

[dafydd manton]

Surprising how many lives are tinged with sadnesses of different kinds. Mind you, it does seem to produce some interesting poetry!

[Delta40]

yeah. we all walk in mire and the shining sun so there should be poetry to reflect the change of pace and light in our lives.