In The Front Window

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – Prompt #272 – Stopping to Window Shop
“We’ve all found ourselves caught up in the practice of window shopping at least once in our lives. It is more apparent at this time of year, with the many quaint “shoppes” and kiosks set up for the Holiday season. Whether you are trolling your local mall, or traipsing down Main Street in search of a gift, let your imagination lead you to that window. What are you window shopping for? You’ll know it when you see it. Or it’s a secret desire for something. Imagine yourself in another time period or recall an excursion from your past. Take it wherever you wish. What kind of store are you browsing and what is that item? Your poem lies behind that sheet of frosted glass!”

Air blows
like an arctic wind.
My cheeks are ripe
apples. My bowl
haircut is hidden
for now under a brown
chin-strapped hat.
I look like a boy.
The toy store looks
like a giant red
and white cake. Lights
are twinkling. Best
toys are always
in the front window.
I touch my frozen
mittened fingers
to the glass, blow
on it and quickly
write my name.
Beautiful dolls,
cap guns, sleds,
and clowns are
up front. I avert
my eyes from the clowns
who always look evil.
See it! Shiny red
with a black handle–
a wagon I can pull
my sister around in
or my books or even
groceries for Mom.
And that is why
they call it window

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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