She wore lipstick like warpaint

and her eyes were unnerving

Direct

Uncompromising

With the merest twinkle of mischief

Hiding

Just out of sight

So he wasn’t quite sure

Whether she was laughing at him

or the whole damn world

When she moved

it was with a loping gait

That no one else could quite replicate

though a few tried

Legs

One

Two

Three

Four

Hand on the door

She would spin

with a grin

What are you waiting for?

Her energy filled the room

Crackling around the table

Like lightening in a dry storm

Raising the hair on every forearm

Wherever her attention drifted

sifted

like sparkles into the air

And

then

she

was

gone

Eventually

Life moved on

Leaving everyone to wonder if they had just imagined her to be so much larger

than the small lives they lived
The girl in the photo is a street photography capture from a few years ago on the streets of Brisbane. The girl in the story is real, and sometimes I can’t believe she is gone, but that is life, it moves on without people all the time, relentlessly pursuing some endless goal that we cannot always see. Happy Monday to you and a reminder to be larger hearted than the small minds that so often surround us.