A stroller pushed
through stalls at El Mercadito,
baby displaced by groceries;
A jug of water, fresh bread
the chiles and onions,
Filling the fabric sling seat.
Father holds the girl in his arms,
a pink flowered headband
held with a comb in her dark curls.
Mother looks at dishtowels, socks.
Plump skeins of embroidery yarn,
fill a plastic bin
with a tumble of color.
The baby reaches out
wanting a ball of red wool
eager to hold its brilliance,
to feel it spring beneath her fingers.
My photo is from a trip to El Mercadito in East Los Angeles this December - in a second floor notions stall I watched a little girl drawn by the bins of brilliant colored yarns.
8 comments:
If I wore a pink headband I would be in trouble...;)
Love the last four lines particularly. My bubba loves reaching, grabbing, touching.
Beautifully said; three words incorporated into a poem that creates a precise image. I can see it in my mind's eye. Gorgeous.
Excellent - I can see it all clearly.
Love when I can see the things someone writes of. I just did.
Beautifully done. Love the day's purchases in the stroller instead of the baby. It's so familiar and perfect.
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This is like a painting that's a poem.
(Does that make sense?)
Such vivid imagery. I can completely see this in my mind's eye as a photo montage.
Awesome poem. It paints a clear beautiful picture. I really enjoyed it.
Lovely! I did this prompt too. It was fun!
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