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
Ah. Wonderfully chilling.
ReplyDeleteYes, chilling. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Tara
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DeleteChills.. and sadness.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn
Deletewe DID write at opposites, didn't we? Well written, Ruby. Beautifully sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you Barbara
DeleteSuch a beautiful little poem. Thank you for linking up with Trifecta this weekend.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Editors :)
DeleteIn just a few words you conveyed deep loss and emptiness.
ReplyDeleteI did try Janna, thank you so much.
DeleteThat damp wind of yours is ruffling my soul! Beautiful, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm. It is so good to hear such encouraging words
DeleteRuby, you write so nicely! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Linda. It is encouraging to hear such kind words from you
DeleteCold clammy fathoms?
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Thank you so much Jenny. It is so good to hear from you
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