Here.
It won’t cost you anything.
A prompt from https://herheartpoetry.com/2016/12/02/heartwrds-%C7%80-prompt-19/
Here.
It won’t cost you anything.
A prompt from https://herheartpoetry.com/2016/12/02/heartwrds-%C7%80-prompt-19/
Oh, temptress.
Oversized grey fedora
White top hat with feathered pin.
Black newsboy cap.
These hats cry to come home with me.
I.
Must.
Resist.
Oh!
Purple cloche,
how adorable you are;
you are
entirely
irresistible.
Fine.
I give up.
I’ll wear you home.
.
.
The Irresistible itself, a “Canadian 1918 Hat”
A cloche hat always makes me feel like I’m channeling Phryne Fisher! 🙂
She leaves the wine bottle in the bottom desk drawer
undoes two buttons on her white blouse,
French cuffed, of course. Lace peeks out.
Jeweled pendant lies between her breasts, the chain
offers a direction.
She stands, displacing gravity to expand the view.
Her black pumps click on the linoleum in the hall.
She pretends to talk on her cell phone,
pausing by his open door; her chest rises on a
tingling laugh she knows he won’t resist.
Her black pencil skirt covers the assets tightly,
in taunting style,
“See you later, then!” she tells her imaginary
phone companion,
as she strolls to the photo copier room,
trailing temptation behind her
without a backwards glance.
.
.
(A poem based on a new novel project).
She trusts him
-the truth of him
–the truth of them
but she fears
the helplessness
-having watched him
unfold and unravel
under eyes that glowed
with glorious attention.
Temptation trails closely
behind such glowing eyes
and apparently intelligence
and good intention
are not always
adequte protection
from ampilified admiration.
That’s the truth of them
-the truth of him
–the truth of trust.
.
.
A submission for One Shot Wednesday. Check out the poets.