Day – 42 – Mugshot!

I ​dropped a coin at the corner,

to the homeless man.

Swung and walked straight,

On the air,

holding the street lamp.

Caught a balloon,

For the crying kid!

Bought a hot dog,

For vendor’s smile!

She walks, straight,

Her legs, Not her hip!

She didn’t take a look!

Not even a peek!

Does she know I exist?

I might have to go to the moon!

Then came that wind!

That wind!!! 

Lifting her skirt,

Shifting my thoughts,

Fixing my eyes,

Where gentlemen don’t look!

She turn and frown!

In her mind,

I forever look,

A mugshot!

For stealing her gaze,

At last!

Photo credit: New South Wales Police Department, 1920

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Written in response to dVerse’s mugging for the Camera. Lilian gave us today an amazing and fun task of writing poems with – a collection of vintage mug shots from the 1920s taken by the New South Wales Police Department, As prompt for the poem. Check the post for more details. Click here to submit your poems or read some.

Part of my #The100DaysOfPoetryLearning project. You can read all of my poems here.