Boy - by Camy

[Camy]

Boy - by Camy. © May 2018

 

Downright blatant, he loiters by the tree
cozening strangers with youth and sly glances.
It is all a front, though not many see
the pain buried inside transient amour.

 

[Cole Parker]

That's beautiful!

C

[Merkin]

That's beautiful, but also so sad.
 

[bi_janus]

Wonderful evocation of the awkwardness of youth, Camy. Thanks for sharing this.

[Bruin Fisher]

A great piece of work and one that struck me particularly forcefully because I caught what might be a deliberate play on words in the last line:

Amour, love, which I initially read as Armour, the young person's self-defence against the sadnesses of the life he leads, and behind which he has hidden the pain the line refers to.

Bravo, Camy!

[Camy]

Thanks chaps. It's been a while since I've posted anything.

The 'Armour' / 'Amour' thing intrigues. I wish I'd thought of it first. Damn that ?!