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She Explorer - mag 142

©Shers Gallagher 2012

She is young between the thighs
and old between the lips.
A baby-face, nonetheless,
still eager to use and be used...
well, just a little.

Life, to her, is yet an experiment to master.
She will not, shall not,
wants not,
to be conquered by her dreams
before she has made her ascent to Everest.

Aisling Books - Magpie Tales


  1. Baby face with spunk! Nice write!!

  2. "to be conquered her dreams" ...erm - did you mean " conquered by dreams?" If not, I find this line hard to assimilate...

  3. I agree with the comments by both Jinksy and Tess. I think there might be a typo, but it's brilliant.... Love the opening, and the closing, 'ascent to Everest'

  4. We all saw a strong character in this.

  5. This is wonderful. And may she not peak before her time :)

  6. Your poem could be applied to the natural features of Yosemite, just as easily as the photograph. I loved reading this, Shers. Thank you for sharing. =D

  7. Still eager to use & be used... I kind of remember feeling like that many moons ago :)

  8. Lovely! simply lovely. Wonderful work.

  9. Yes she is young, but wise beyond her years and still has much life yet to conquer.

  10. Thanks all for stopping by and leaving your wonderful, thoughtful comments. Thanks too to Jinksy and Other Mary for catching a typo I didn't notice. Hate those but love correcting them too. Cheers

    LOL Bug!

  11. 'Life, to her, is yet and experiment to master' and it zooms by very quickly when you look back. Well written piece.

  12. Lovely words - well done.

    Abba :o]

  13. Loved this one, saw similar in her. She's a one to admire, alright!

    ps....I think I'd have managed to 'assimilate', mind you! I typos constantly!

  14. A brilliant insight into the mind of a young woman....and a wonderful write! :-)

  15. Lovely piece, I have a feeling she never did want for much, and it was perhaps true love- and I think she finally found that in the end.

  16. I like this concept of being conquered by your dreams" as a necessary prelude to ascencion , it feels so .... Alchemical

  17. Those first two lines are Nobel-worthy. Seriously.


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