Girl In Yellow

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry | 0 comments


Livestock rushing
thirty degrees.
Overpopulated streets,
American phrases.

I can feel the warmth
on my curious face.

In the moment,
in the moment.

Hit in the shoulder,
I fall to the concrete.

Mannerisms or just plain rudeness?

It’s almost time for
the light to start sleeping.

Night crawls through the clouds.
Electricity overload, blinding my eyes.

Anything can happen here.

Apart from getting a taxi cab,
still mastering lingo.

New, in New York.
Sticking out like a girl in yellow.

Feet. Firmly. Planted.

Lost in the blur of madness,
I ask a stranger for my save.

Written by Emma-Jane Barlow

 Emma-Jane Barlow is a 30 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.

You May Also Like:

Higher Power (Poem)

What if I’m not lost?What if I have beencarrying aroundthe truth beneath my skin?What if in the past,when I looked up into the blackened night,searching for a beacon,pleading for guidancemy higher power waited?Lying dormant in my heart,she patiently, silently,...

Darkest Days (Poem)

A world divided,living in a digital matrix,under a veil, day after day.Slaves to our owncomfortable routines.Easy, want it, need it,click of a button.Protecting our own hearts,the lives we have built.Millions of human lives,a kaleidoscope of divergence.An array of...

Lighthouse (Poem)

I am a lighthouse,a beacon of positivity.Dark clouds mayloom over mebut I am strong.The sun may departto make way for the moonbut I am strong.The storm may surge,lightning may strike,but I am strong.I could fall under the waves,almost drown,but I am strongI am a...



Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *