The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on hips, head held high, The silken gown, barely there, A tilt of neck, balanced well, The sultry glance, timed right, Perfect half twirl, played twice, With a graceful swirl, she turns back. The world looks on with stolen breath, Oohs, aahs, applauds, encores. The showstopper’s yesterday, Now hangs in a gallery, Fading parchment, guarded unnecessarily. No shadows of glamour come a-chasing, For vacant eyes and sagging skin, For shattering illusions, hanging questions, Am I never going back? Linking with The Mag : Mag 147 Linking with Write on Edge : The Red Writing Hood - The Gallery Linking with My blog can beat up your blog : 100 Word Song : Never going back to Ok Linking with The Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Breath
A third eye would come in handy, though on balance, I reckon a third hand would be more useful!
ReplyDeleteA third hand - definitely interesting point.
DeleteThank you Vivinfrance.
He seems like a scary guy. Even so, his heart was conquered. Very nice poetry.
ReplyDeleteLove conquers all, they say. Thank you Lumdog.
Delete33 words about the third eye! Wonderful! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda.
DeleteI'm thinking we should be exceedingly grateful for Parvati.
ReplyDeleteGratitude was expressed with Parvati having been deified ever since.
DeleteThank you Jessie.
"Rage burned desire" I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bo. It is really good to hear encouragement from you.
DeleteThis is a frightening scene. I do like the last line line about her love being salvaged, because it ends on a hopeful note.
ReplyDeleteThank you Janna. And the best thing is not only her love but love in general was salvaged and love helped salvage everything back. Thank you so much.
DeleteOh, the power of love. I like it when it prevails over a scary being. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Mywordwall.
DeleteVery vivid description.
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