We cruise along the edge,
Tracing the seams,
Swaying carefully,
With the strong currents of time.
A little tip.
A hard fall.
Tracing the seams,
Swaying carefully,
With the strong currents of time.
A little tip.
A hard fall.
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
Hope they had a life jacket on ;)
ReplyDeleteFingers crossed ;)
DeleteYou have so much packed into these lines--multiple meanings, a clear image. I especially love "Tracing the seams" and the rhythm of the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jennifer
DeleteI'll echo what Jennifer said! I love seeing how you are trusting your writing more. I love the ambiguity but also the fine line.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Meg
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