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The Girl at the Window - mag 150

©Shers Gallagher 2013

The girl at the window,
braless and elegant in lace,
is a model of youth and such dreams that are chaste.
You would not think in viewing her see-through attire
that she is an untouchable of everyman's desire.
She is the virgin of dreams, their expectations aflame
yet stuck in the honey pot of life's crying game.
There one finds less compromise for weakness of flesh
and more righteous judgements of others professed. 
Only with ripeness of age and recognition of soul
the acceptance’s begat, which youth does not know. 
It is the seasoned ripeness allowing for wisdom and wit 
to overlook the hunger’s insatiable pit.

Aisling Books - Magpie Tales


  1. Interesting write..."virgin of dreams" is nice...

  2. Only with ripeness of age and recognition of soul ~~~ I empathize with those words. Very nice!

    1. "Seasoned ripeness" - the way to go...

  3. there's a lot to be said for "ripeness of age"

  4. Seasoned for sure- the lace sweetly covers- and you have spun a delightful tale!

  5. Yes....the insatiable!!
    Great piece

  6. ...i like virgin of dreams.... i thought of windows too when i first saw this pic... smiles...

  7. so ur saying that with age we figure it out??? heres hoping

  8. She has learned to walk the razors edge , and us stull beautiful, in every sense. Thanks Shers

  9. Age brings reason...............


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