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
Nicely done. Not all who wander are looking to stay in one place.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words. And I totally second your version : not all who wander are looking to stay in one place
Delete'You lament but ashes'. Such a powerful line. Really brings home the truth that the body is just the body.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shailaja ... I am glad that the idea comes out
DeleteSo poetic!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy for your encouragement
DeleteNicely done, Ruby. Really lovely answer to the question.
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine. The credit partially goes to a friend who helped me refine the answer
DeleteWhat a lament!!
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteI love the idea of the wind waltzing in through the door, and the other trying to hold it tight.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words
DeleteI love this song of freedom! "Dust in dust, ether in ether,/I rise with smoke," and "you lament but ashes" are particularly lovely.
ReplyDeleteI loved the way you called it song of freedom ... Wish I could have titled it that way. Thank you so much
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