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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:
YOU?
Fading?
Timeworn?
Never!
The chair?
Maybe!
Ha ha. Of course not me! I wouldn't go down without a fight :\
Beautiful ... there is a sense of nostalgia in this piece !!!
Ha! Love where you went with this. Dang, you're good.
She may yet rise to the occasion. I hope so.
Ah, that perfect all-occasion little black dress - what damage it has caused!
Intriguing.
Some really lovely lines in this and a lovely sense of mood!
This is quite a story! I was especially struck by the "giggle line". You have an amazing way with words, Margaret!
I loved the layering in the poem, Margaret. It just felt that way for me!
Oh dear! Making me feel all too old if you are time worn! k.
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!
I love how the dress slowly morphs into being a chair, like overlapping dimensions .
Clever. Moving. Well crafted. delicious poem.
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!
I really like this, Margaret. Beautifully crafted.
clever indeed....thanks for sharing
I love the dress thing you did here, Margaret!
I raise my cabernet to you. Great piece.
Clever movements of words - nice literate morphing in this one, that goes on to conjure great images!
smiles...his loss i would say...smiles...too many headaches with those young skinnies....smiles...like the whispers....
It comes to us all! :)
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.
Great metaphor, poignant write.
So haunting. You really transmitted your feelings well with this one.
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
Lovely as a Mag or a 55!
So sad. Must not be true love.
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