Alice chalks

secretly, in

red and white,

a caricature


of the new

nanny her

father has hired.

The stick like


figure is spread

eagled across

the side wall

of the house,


red hair, eyes

and mouth,

white long



teeth and

four fingers

on each hand.

She has heard


her parents row;

the new nanny

took her by

her small hand


to the nursery

and sat her in

a chair; stay

there, she said.


She draws a

thin white line

of chalk through

the nanny's heart.


She stares, smiles,

and wipes her

hands on her

pinafore and


put her hands

behind her back.

Her father had

punished; her


mother had

cried and rowed

and now Alice

waits outside,


by the wall,

staring at the

caricature, the

stick nanny


with an arrow

through her heart.

The sun is dull;

rain threatens;


birds sing; the

thin maid walks

with a mild limp.

Alice waits for


rain; her hands

sense the area

of punishment

pain. Mother


loves and hugs

and kisses. Her

Father glares

and shouts


and smacks

and never misses.

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I enjoyed this. Imagery of a

I enjoyed this. Imagery of a tot drawing forbidden vengeance and getting it right...parents so in the dark most always. Love it.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Thank you for reading &

Thank you for reading & comments.