The Drowned Girl

The cold blooded fishes play
Around the cold girl down there
Their game goes on oblivious
Of the drowned girl

A sad accident
Or malicious intent
Nobody really knows
Save the drowned girl

Her rosy cheeks
Now pale as the water
That woman at rest
The drowned girl

If you look hard
From a spot on the bridge
You can still see
The drowned girl

The cold blooded fishes
Nibble at her body
The tender flesh of a tender age
The drowned girl





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Siphor said...
Sept. 21, 2010 at 9:22 pm
I enjoyed the repetition of "the drowned girl." I think it was used quite effectively. "Cold-blooded fishes" is a nice great description.
 
The-Mentalist This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 17, 2009 at 9:31 pm
Thank you. It's not my favorite piece but then again they don't pay so they don't get my best work.
 
Meghan said...
Aug. 16, 2009 at 8:03 pm
I love your imagery in this poem! I can imagine this scene.
 
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