Three Girls, a poem by Phoebe Cummings
The girls
Hand in hand
Red twisting tattoos scattered on arms
Twisting
Wrapping
Restraining
Tightening
Strengthening
They closed their eyes and opened their mouths
The sound that came out was unearthly
One vibrant note
Echoing
Ringing
Vibrating
Singing
Crying
Screaming
Laughing
Being
Power flying
One brilliant beam
Of light.
About the Poet
Hi, I’m Phoebe, I’m 11 and I love reading and writing. My favorite thing to write is probably poetry, but I love writing any kind of book. The love of words was inspired by my older sister Lucy. I’m terrible with spelling and grammar but I try not to let that stop me from using big words.
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Love it! 🙂