girls are silver
I was taught that
girls are silver smiles to be polished
laughter the sound of a fingerflickedagainst
a trophy ringing with emptiness.
I knew that I wasn’t
silver knew I was drinking from the depth
of starving wells knew that girls
a coin sunk in shallow water –
I dreamt about holding
each knife-edge-lie between grinning teeth
filling every cup with mytarnishedblood
with my every
new word like gold.
Olga is originally from Northern Ireland and now lives in Warwickshire, where she is a teacher and mother of two daughters. She writes poetry and flash fiction, and has had work published in a range of publications including: Rattle, Magma, Ink Sweat and Tears and Under the Radar. This year she was one of the shortlisted poets in The Poetry School’s Primers competition and was one of the winners in the BBC Proms Poetry Competition.
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