My Unstable Poetry

The Fountain

Pigtails tied with red
A small girl went to a fountain
And wished for the best

Wishes come in many shapes
Sizes and
Expectations

For her, she got love
In year 10 she pulled it off
Met a boy who lived in a cobble stone cottage
And had the promise of love forever with her

41 years after
She went back
Flew a coin in and said, "thank you"
Whilst the little boy that now had grew
Was home feeding the kids

20 years passed until
She danced in the rain
Played with fireworks
And wished for youth again

4 weeks of cold weather passed
Yet she arrived at her favorite fountain
Glazed over like a creamy cake
Her hair tied with red
She threw a coin at the ice and said
"Youth"

Arrived home with a leather pouch,
She found no one
Her hair tied in red
She sat down and waited

That was how she died
Plaid dress, nice smile, and curious
But with her hair tied in red