A Horrid Girl #napowrimo1

Napowrimo started on April 1st – and I am a bit late to the party so will need to catch up. Daily prompts can be found here – http://www.napowrimo.net/

1st April – Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure. It could be eating too many cookies, or bad movies, or the time you told your sister she could totally brush her teeth with soap. It’s up to you. Happy writing!

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A Horrid Girl

There was a little girl,

who had a little trouble with a stupid little rhyme.

She had a little curl

and a man friend of her mum’s would repeat it all the time.

Right in the middle of her forehead

it drilled, setting metaphor that did little to thrill her. He found it delightful

when she was good

and looked all demure, like she found it funny, or something other than frightful.

She was very very good

at not crying, or letting on that it hurt her as the terrible truth of it all set in,

and when she was bad,

thinking of all the things she could do to that man if she was allowed to hurt him,

she was horrid.

Lisa Goodwin April 2018

It is interesting to note that it wasn’t until recently that I realised that this poem had been a thing for me, living mythology … part of my story that I picked up along the way.

When I looked for an image to go with this poem, I saw the picture here from a book I had at the time! I think I might have modelled myself after her for a while – maybe I would have been a less horrid child without that little curl and that little minded man delighting in my pretence at being good while feeling bad.

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