I’ve always been short,
short person,
short stuff,
short arse,
elbow rest,
lean on my head,
talk over the top of me,
clamber over boxes,
steps, stools, ladders
to reach those things
you can reach.
I’ve always been short,
not going to get any taller,
stopped growing now,
stopped growing up at least,
bought new jeans this week
two dress sizes up
which is a pain
because these jeans are a 10
and my wedding dress an 8
but there’s room to breath
and wiggle a little
so perhaps I’m more 9 than 10
and as a 9 maybe I can suck in…
or go to the gym
and use the membership
draining my account each month.
I like to work out
sometimes,
I like yoga
when there’s the room,
but really I should go,
less to loose weight
more to tone
and focus on staying fit
instead of spreading outwards
because I’m short
and I’ll always be short
so best not match my height
with my waist
and try to find the stuff
to keep me from getting stuffed
when it comes to getting dressed
on my wedding day.
It’s been ages since I sat down and wrote a proper stream of consciousness piece where I let whatever pops into my brain out on the page. I literally have no idea how this piece reads because if I go back and reread it I’ll want to tweak it and that ruins the point of the challenge. Anyway, I hope you liked it and I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Can you guess the one word prompt?
I’m not one to comment much on poetry on here, but this one was fantastic!
Thank you so much. 🙂
You’re quite welcome:)
I like your poem. I’m short too. 😉
It has it’s upsides and downsides, but I like to think that we have the bonus of being able to live in houses with low doorways and ceilings without a daily peril on concussion.
Good way to look at it!