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Observation Poetry: Knickers

by Mainon A Schwartz

She is wearing red-striped knickers,
that girl at the table next to me.
The rest of her apparel is gray and drab green.

I know, because when she stood, her boyfriend
grabbed the waistband of her skirt
to pull her close. The exposed shock of color
stood out like the pimiento in an olive.

I can't remember what knickers I put on my own skin
this morning. With satisfaction, I think
that maybe I am not wearing any at all.

05/16/2006

Posted on 05/17/2006
Copyright © 2021 Mainon A Schwartz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/06/06 at 04:26 AM

Enjoyed your writing here. Thanks for the read.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/04/09 at 05:23 PM

Interesting.

Posted by Richard Vince on 03/07/13 at 11:58 PM

marvellous. made me smile. :) thank you.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/21/14 at 06:22 PM

How have I missed your delightful library! The "pimento in an olive" line is priceless, as is your last line. Thanks for this.

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