I didn’t have freckles when I was young
I noticed the first one when my first crush broke my heart
The next was when my best friend became my enemy
Each heart break brought a new freckle, a new scar
The deeper the connection the darker the freckle
My darkest appeared the day my grandma passed
Each one a story of love and loss
The physical to my emotional scars
I wasn’t feeling this hours prompt so I decided to skip it. Pinterest has been useful for when I switch out a prompt.
‘Clever’ is not the right word to describe this poem – that would be reductive in the extreme. You take the tiny sun marks we wear on our skin – and many find deeply attractive as they’re a sign of positive health – and invert them to become scars of loss and pain. A powerful and poignant read.
Thank you! I had fun with this one. It was interesting to come up with.