Monday, November 26, 2012

The Mag #145 "Timeworn"

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Timeworn

Sultry crimson is pulled, coaxed,
dragged about shapely curves

as I know red is
your favorite color.

I wore one like this
years ago...

"Plunging and dangerous"
you whispered in my ear.

I'd giggled, smitten.
Now, I raise my cabernet

as you appear dazzled
by "Little Black" across the room

find myself alone, fading,
timeworn.

by Margaret Bednar, 11-26-2012


This is for The Mag #145 - a photo prompt each week to get our creative juices flowing.

This will also be linked to Mr. Know-it-All's "Flash Fiction Friday 55" on Thursday after 8pm (a FICTION story in 55 words... no more, no less).  

28 comments:

Helen said...

YOU?
Fading?
Timeworn?
Never!
The chair?
Maybe!

Margaret said...

Ha ha. Of course not me! I wouldn't go down without a fight :\

Green Speck said...

Beautiful ... there is a sense of nostalgia in this piece !!!

Poet Laundry said...

Ha! Love where you went with this. Dang, you're good.

ReBelle said...

She may yet rise to the occasion. I hope so.

Berowne said...

Ah, that perfect all-occasion little black dress - what damage it has caused!

Gail said...

Intriguing.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Some really lovely lines in this and a lovely sense of mood!

Mary Ann Potter said...

This is quite a story! I was especially struck by the "giggle line". You have an amazing way with words, Margaret!

ninotaziz said...

I loved the layering in the poem, Margaret. It just felt that way for me!

manicddaily said...

Oh dear! Making me feel all too old if you are time worn! k.

Karen S. said...

I think I am proof of a time warp! I'd thought I left a comment here yesterday! Hahahaha- In case it's in limbo I'll leave another one! An excellent moving piece- I like your style in forming this...soft woven piece!

Kutamun said...

I love how the dress slowly morphs into being a chair, like overlapping dimensions .

Dave King said...

Clever. Moving. Well crafted. delicious poem.

izzy said...

Yes sometimes we look back on things relating to a present subject- red is a tough color, (I only wear the deep
shades) I like what you did with it!

Mama Zen said...

I really like this, Margaret. Beautifully crafted.

Wayne Pitchko said...

clever indeed....thanks for sharing

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the dress thing you did here, Margaret!

Lolly said...

I raise my cabernet to you. Great piece.

Helena said...

Clever movements of words - nice literate morphing in this one, that goes on to conjure great images!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...his loss i would say...smiles...too many headaches with those young skinnies....smiles...like the whispers....

Jinksy said...

It comes to us all! :)

hedgewitch said...

Those little black dresses have a lot to answer for--especially when worn by the indecently young. ;_) I try to avooid long looks in mirrors these days--reality can be unsettling, like your wistful 55.

Other Mary said...

Great metaphor, poignant write.

Karen M said...

So haunting. You really transmitted your feelings well with this one.

G-Man said...

Margaret Bednar...
And like a fine Cabernet, YOU just keep getting better with age. I can't imagine you looking any more beautiful than you do now.
Loved your reflective 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Doctor FTSE said...

Lovely as a Mag or a 55!

Alice Audrey said...

So sad. Must not be true love.