Seventeen

Not a NaPoWriMo poem this one, but one I'm drafting for my last OU assessment.  I'm putting together a sequence of poems covering periods in my life from childhood, through adolescence to young adulthood. There was a gap in the space where a poem should sit - about that time when adolescence becomes young womanhood - this is my first attempt at filling at.

Seventeen

Caught in the glow of Kodachrome,
she's captured forever in the back garden,
this last summer before she leaves for good.
She thrusts out her shrinking hips,
pouting a hungry smile, 
meant only for the photographer
on his latest visit home.
She’s turned each visit into a milestone,
willing the dial’s ever-shorter journey,
offering her emerging skeleton as a gift.

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