Shallow
In the middle of the country
A little thatched house
with a red door and roads as
quiet as a mouse
no smoke from the chimney
no leaves on the drive
just miniature daisies
swaying, alive
no loud lion children
just sheep in the fields
and grass growing wildly
in the calm breeze
And inside the house:
a range of colours
a layer of pink and
blue and others
trees with small cherries
sat on spiral stairs
as well as small plants
with sweet juicy pears
and in the bathroom
on edge of the sink
lay cream scented soaps
and flowers, I think
but outside this house
was a woman whose face
was twisted and gnarly
and not commonplace
to gaze upon her caused
unjustified fear
in her deep scarred cheek rolled
a sad lonely tear
she was judged by all people
too shallow to glance
beyond her rough shell
and give her a chance.
by Charlotte Hammock
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