Tuesday poem: Freckles
May 26, 2019
Another poem via link, this time to New Zealand speculative publication Sponge. ‘Freckles’ is a prose poem meditation on those weird little skin-flecks that many of us have. You can listen to me read the poem, too, if you like.
PS Cottier 
My redheaded daughter was barely four when one more person commented on her mass of freckles. Her big blue eyes stared at the individual with her hands on her hips, “They are not freckles. Boys have freckles, girls have sun kisses. She used that line for years and always got a laugh or at least a smile.
That’s a lovely story Léa! Thank you for commenting.
My poem is far darker than that in tone.
While I do realize that, the story of my daughter was the first thing that popped into my head with the word freckles. Sorry, I shall make an effort not to make that mistake here again.
No mistake at all, Léa. Your response is a most welcome alternative association with the word.
Thank you.
Gosh, you used the term ‘brexit’…… and it worked so well!
Thank you! I watch some things from afar with a kind of morbid fascination.