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
"The rotund bead gravitating with its own weight" – that is a spectacular line! And the whole piece is fantastic. Great work, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Suzanne
DeletePoignantly written, Ruby. Nice job.
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DeleteThe first time I can say that it's a complete use of 42 words. Very well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such kind words
Delete"The dissensions / Scarring the / Pristine porcelain." I love the way you chose your words, and your placement of them in that sequence.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Psychochef for such encouraging words
DeleteWow...I love the way the words just flow...and 'The heavens cried' is by far my favourite line. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Psych Babbler
DeleteYes, the bead gravitating with its own weight. Gorgeous, as always, Ruby.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm. Its always a pleasure to hear from you
DeleteAwesome!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jen.
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