Pajama Party
Tonight my living room is cluttered
with sleeping bags
and leggy girls,
with whispers and giggles
through the night of my baby's twelfth.
Tomorrow's women
fickle as March's lion
and lamb
-swooning over childish boys they once hated
and will again.
Playing with makeup, they roll
on the lip gloss
and peer into the shine
of dog-eared photos-new foundation
looking back to toothless grin.
Forming a circle
their bodies flow together
in a swift red flannel
dance-the time honored
initiation to unimagined complexity.
Scattered and sprawled these snoring angels
-Keep them tonight at least
safely patch worked here.
Learn more about this author, Elisabeth Long.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
I Remember
I remember a time that was about innocents
a time when you could go to the movies for thirty-five cents
I remember
Rhythm
frozen air seeped through every shell,
every blanket, every wall built around me
an endless winter stripped of beauty
broken
by Memee
A big glass mason jar dated 1898 sits atop my old buffet
a handy place to drop my loose change at the end every day.
Quarters,
by David Dale
BITTER LOVE
Gloomily sitting by my drink I see,
A once true love that used to be,
There she sits, so
Pajama Party
Tonight my living room is cluttered
with sleeping bags
and leggy girls,
with whispers and giggles
through the
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Change
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Change?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA)
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) has partnered with Helium, giving you the chance to write for a ca...more
hide