Stranger
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
This was written for both this week’s Three Word Wednesday Prompt (the words: shake, spontaneous, and rumor) and as a second poem for the “questionable” prompt over at Writer’s Island. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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lithe
fine-boned
ethereal blond stranger
he’s
a mysterious
big city import
our
small town
high school marvels
girls
are drawn
to his smoldering
boys
are repelled
by unsaid suggestions
rumors
shake and
buzz in hallways
spontaneous
clouds of
cold collective gossip
his
eyes are
two-way mirrors
his
voice a
measured, quiet lock
what
undiscovered key
will open him?
Written 6/25/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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You’ve described this fellow with precision. Good work!
Thank you, Tumblewords.
-Nicole
You’ve demonstrated again your ability to make a world out of a few words. I really like the last stanza, the image of the “undiscovered key.”
The new kids in town are always a bit of a puzzle.
You’ve described it very well, and I like the structure of the poem.
Great Work!
Great write. I enjoyed this immensely.
Excellent reflection there. We seem to know this person, but you retain that air of mystery.
wonderfully mysterious… and congrats on all the publishings i read about on PWB!!!! way to go nichole!!!
Thank you, everybody. This was written both based on a real person, and the kind of person who I wished would have suddenly shown up at my small hick town high school.
This was an originally longer piece, but once again, I looked to the hay(na)ku for form, structure, and to limit myself to the words that I felt “needed” to be there.
I’m glad you all enjoyed it.
-Nicole
I liked this, how it made me immediately think of that substitute teacher I always wished we’d get
I had that substitute teacher, but I kept the longing to myself. Thanks for the comment, TC.
-Nicole
…sounds like a tasty treat to me… it must have been a nice distraction at least… small towns are delightful in almost every way… again, that form rocks!
Thank you, piece of pie. Though I will say, I find small towns both delightfully self-contained and confining by turns. But that’s me.
-Nicole
A nice older woman poet!
Thanks for dropping by, Noah.
-Nicole