A freckled woman
Must make friends with her mirror
And learn not to count
Must make friends with her mirror
And learn not to count
A freckled woman
Lives at the intersection
Of cute and blemished
Lives at the intersection
Of cute and blemished
A freckled woman
Is queen of those persistent,
Rare, recessive genes
Is queen of those persistent,
Rare, recessive genes
A freckled woman
Warily regards the sun
And hopes for détente
Warily regards the sun
And hopes for détente
A freckled woman
Knows there’s really no such thing
As a blank canvas
Knows there’s really no such thing
As a blank canvas
A freckled woman
Pities the timidly smooth,
The always airbrushed
Pities the timidly smooth,
The always airbrushed
A freckled woman
Can’t help but put it out there
And hope for the best
Can’t help but put it out there
And hope for the best
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt from readwritepoem asked us to write about the idea of perfection or imperfection. When I thought imperfection, I thought freckles!
I used to be desperate for freckles when I was a kid and I still admire them. I hadn't realized they could be a quibble but: 'A freckled woman / Lives at the intersection / Of cute and blemished' says it all rather brilliantly.
ReplyDeleteYes, freckles on a child can look charming but I can imagine a lady not being quite so sanguine about them!
ReplyDeleteI always wished for them too and find them wonderful. Now I really wish for them to disguise some of my wrinkles!
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. I love the line "A freckled woman/Warily regards the sun/ And hopes for detente".
ReplyDeleteFreckles and red hair...I felt like a freak as a child - most of the time. One day, an older lady (probably someone my age now) stopped me and asked if I knew what freckles really were. I was searching my brain for something I should have learned in school when she replied, "Freckles are actually angel kisses...and the angels obviously love you!" Freckles weren't so bad after that.
ReplyDeleteOh, this was well done. You have some great lines in here...I really like the one Derrick mentioned (the intersection of cute and blemished) and the idea of making friends with the mirror. By the way, very cute baby!
ReplyDeleteI've always liked freckles. Moles too.
ReplyDeletebeautiful freckles....as is your poem....thanks Erin
ReplyDeleteA freckled woman is beautiful! And a wonderful poet. xoxo
ReplyDeleteohhh, always thought freckles were something special as a wonderful gift.... tonight's tide
ReplyDeleteEver heard of pointillism in impressionist art....freckle paintings,considered masterpieces.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments, everybody.
ReplyDeleteEryl and Derrick--I actually love my freckles,and wouldn't trade them in if I cuold. However, I didn't like them so much when I was little!
Only Footprints--they actually do help with the wrinkles. :0)
Carolholman--thanks. My grandma's maiden name was Holman. Where are you from?
Bridgeanna--My mom also told me I had angel kisses, which did make me feel pretty special.
Robin--thank you. The baby is my niece Molly (who is now 2).
Evelyn--I like my freckles, but I'm still not crazy about my moles.
Wayne--thank you. :0)
Annie--Awww. Shucks!
pieceofpie--I do think they're a wonderful gift (now).
rallentanda--I had not made the connection between freckles and pointillism! Cool!
Like! Now I need to write a similar one about plump and jiggly women.
ReplyDeleteErin-- actually, it's my husband's family name. His parents were from Wisconsin, and before that West Virginia. How about your grandma?
ReplyDeleteCara
Cara- North Dakota
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Lovely poet! A freckled woman can "put it out there" and have nothing to worry about.
ReplyDeleteTina--I want to read it when you do! I fit that description as well.
ReplyDeleteds--Thank you!