in living black and white
4pm. Armchair at the second floor bay window of the Stephen's Green Centre cafe. Watching the rain on the city.
Alarums.
A group of feral girls have posited themselves nearby. They are at an adjoining table to mine and on stools closer to the window.
Spread out but very much a group.
They look moody but are smiling.
At first I thought: "Oh no, teenagers!"
But they make such a perfect picture.
Their style is that black and white gothic stuff.
Useless.
But it cannot conceal their beauty.
I wonder do they know how beautiful they are.
Posing and preening they look like nothing so much as an album cover for some long lost punk girl band of the 1970's.
Alarums.
A group of feral girls have posited themselves nearby. They are at an adjoining table to mine and on stools closer to the window.
Spread out but very much a group.
They look moody but are smiling.
At first I thought: "Oh no, teenagers!"
But they make such a perfect picture.
Their style is that black and white gothic stuff.
Useless.
But it cannot conceal their beauty.
I wonder do they know how beautiful they are.
Posing and preening they look like nothing so much as an album cover for some long lost punk girl band of the 1970's.
posted by heelers | 1:55 AM
2 Comments:
Of course they do dear boy. They know it and yet they somehow don't quite believe it.
If only we could actually HAVE the confidence we portray at that age, how Zen an experience life would be.
Feral girls? Actually , I do know what you mean.
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