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
Great post - Icy hands begin to probe. And yet, the promise at the end...
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kelly. It is so good to hear from you
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DeleteI like this part:
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I really related to it. I love how you formatted this and it's beautiful
Thank you so much Lance. Your encouragement means a lot to me.
DeleteBeautifully crafted!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such kind words
DeleteI like the structure and flow. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteThank you Draug. I am really encouraged by your words
DeleteI like the way you structured it. It made me read it in a more controlled, clipped manner and brought another dimension to the beauty of the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Editors. It is always encouraging to hear such positive feedback on little pieces
DeleteLove the icy, probing hands.
ReplyDeleteAlso the surprise contrast of Reverent, Bowed, Awed against 'hide and seek'.
Thank you so much Kymm. It is always wonderful to hear from you
DeleteI too liked the structure. It made the poem flow nicely, lyrically.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Tara.
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