© Marie Marshall
“the nearby hills look like white elephants”
I came here to say I like the little, brutal cooling towers, it makes me wonder. cooling towers are usually large, unless seen from a great distance, but always brutal, I think
the second stanza is so poignant, another’s world …populated with boy and girl… left you sitting outside…
cracking good write!
Thank you, Ray. I wondered how the two stanzas, so different in form, would sit together.
I just realized the friends are the hunched hills and their coffee cups the cooling towers. Slow on the uptake.
Yeah, that was the little splash of imagism I threw in.
I loved the play on words with boyed and girled. It added extra poignancy to the second stanza as the writer is looking around for a buoy to save her from drowning.
I did consider that spelling, but preferred to leave that interpretation veiled.
It’s an endeavour of mine. I draw a bow at a venture.
I am loving your blog more and more! Wondering why I hadn’t found it before.
Ah! Only you can answer that. 🙂
Haha. True that!
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