his grip on her worn denim shorts
made her feel like a bird in the marsh
free, cherished, independent.
his pleading was convincing
beneath the cypress trees
and its dangling branches
kissing the tops of their heads
in a serene motion.
of course, this is inspired by where the crawdads sing. i saw the movie last night and i loved it. the vibe was so cool so i wanted to write a poem about it. the chase guy is really gross and some things he did shocked me idk. i can’t wait to read the book. i am so excited. there will definitely be more where the crawdads sing inspired poems coming. (this sounds like a kindergartner wrote this haha)
7/21/22
