Jazz Club 1928
She surprises him taking the stage
her slender fingers skipping over the keys
little birds frolicking in springtime
She pumps the petal like a trucker
on a long distance haul, committed
Her long legs daring convention
in chiffon trousers, beaded bodice flashing
danger & delight with every move
He gazes down as she plays
this woman, this wonder,
in this moment he knows he will never
possess her
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Prompt via The Wombwell Rainbow
Art by Kerfe Roig
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
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I didn’t know what to do with this image–but I’m so glad you did. Perfect!
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It was one of those times the poem knew immediately what it wanted to be – go figure!
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I love when that happens!
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Danger and delight–a potent combination. This is a very old painting of mine that I ran across recently (with delight)–jazz is just the right theme. (K)
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I love your painting!
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Thanks Charlotte. That makes me smile.
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