Poetry By Isabel Ingersoll

Johan Blomström CC




The Chime of Childhood
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I hear that distant bell tring like my old bike used to, 
My Disney princess bike with the tassels and big basket in the front
I see my younger self petaling away
Ringing that bell with a smile on her face 
I try to catch up to her
To linger just a bit longer
On her unabashed joy and innocence 
I try to reach out to her
To tell her to revel in it while she can
But she can’t see me
She can’t heed my warnings
All she can do is keep peddling off into the distance until the bell breaks, 
The bike becomes too small for her to peddle,
She grows out of liking princesses
And her smile sinks as she grows taller.
Until she becomes me.

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Isabel Ingersoll is a Writing, Literature, and Publishing undergraduate at Emerson College. She mainly writes fiction short stories but also loves to write melancholic poetry mainly with themes surrounding girlhood, nostalgia, and isolation.