The whirl drops of rain.
Umbrella becomes our sky.
An illusive feat.
Umbrella becomes our sky.
An illusive feat.
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
Nice one!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah
DeleteMetaphysical it is!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana.
DeleteI was trying to handle the prompt a little differently and this felt good. So yeah .. Metaphysical.
Some use it also against the sun !
ReplyDeleteI use it all 12 months.
DeleteThank you so much for stopping by.
Nice! I've been waiting patiently (ok, sometimes impatiently) for umbrella weather.
ReplyDeleteThe View from the Top of the Ladder
Fruits of patience are always sweet.
DeleteWe had some rain last week but I am one who runs in the rain and acts like a kid! Love this share. Have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteThe rain gods have not blessed us yet.
DeleteThank you for stopping by. You too have a wonderful weekend.