Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #159
A Girl Started A Fight
by Belinda Roddie
A girl started a fight with headphones on,
the music carrying her swings in a
raw and rough choreography, the wind
bristling the stalks of her straw hair. Her foe
was armed and ready, driving a blade hard
into her ribs, then fleeing at the scream
of police sirens. The girl felt the shard
of metal drain her, empty her of stream
after stream of blood. Was this the way she
had always known it'd end? Her drunken dad
had failed at killing her, as had the harsh
and bitter life she lived upon the streets.
Though hoping she'd survive many more years,
she died with French songs blaring in her ears.
by Belinda Roddie
A girl started a fight with headphones on,
the music carrying her swings in a
raw and rough choreography, the wind
bristling the stalks of her straw hair. Her foe
was armed and ready, driving a blade hard
into her ribs, then fleeing at the scream
of police sirens. The girl felt the shard
of metal drain her, empty her of stream
after stream of blood. Was this the way she
had always known it'd end? Her drunken dad
had failed at killing her, as had the harsh
and bitter life she lived upon the streets.
Though hoping she'd survive many more years,
she died with French songs blaring in her ears.
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