Friday, July 19, 2013

IGWRT's Artistic Interpretations & Friday Flash 55 "Southern Belles don't Sweat"


Southern Belles don't Sweat

As magnolia trees blossom
porch-side, we settle
beneath alabaster blooms,
complexions glistening,
subtly catch ourselves
a few beaus.

Creamy vanilla scent
draws them like flies,
skirt hems delicately lift,
careful chaste ankles
never be cause
for undue attention.

'Course, Mama's rules
are made to be broken,
especially when sweet sixteen
has come and gone...

by Margaret Bednar, July 19, 2013

Over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, I am hosting "Artistic Interpretations".  Please swing by and see my photographs. If one inspires you, I invite you to join the fun and write a summer poem!

This is also for Friday Flash 55.  Another wildly fun weekly prompt.  

26 comments:

Helen said...

My dear Margaret .. AND you told Galen you didn't know what the word
'poontang' meant. Delightful poem..

Margaret said...

Helen - now that I do, perhaps that should have been the title!

hedgewitch said...

Laughing at Helen's comment. Tis the season to glisten, wherever you are.

Kerry O'Connor said...

How beautifully delicate this is! Thank you for a wonderful prompt, Margaret.

Brian Miller said...

oh my...sounds like some glistening might be happening in the near future...

ha.

think in this day and age sixteen might be a little old, sadly...

TexWisGirl said...

sweet and seductive. :)

Vandana Sharma said...

cream vanilla scent....good one

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Lovely glimpse of southern belles on their wrap around porches.......

Mary said...

This made me smile...the idea of Southern belles not sweating but 'glistening."

Your poem made me a bit thankful to live in the 'sweaty' North! LOL.

Mama Zen said...

`That's the great thing about being a Southern lady; you can get away with a lot once you reach a certain age!

Grace said...

What a gorgeous picture and words to savor delicate as vanilla ~

Smiles from BC ~

Other Mary said...

Lovely Margaret. I'm obviously not a southern belle, as this weather makes me 'glisten' like a horse!

Dulse said...

I can smell your words...
Sweet sixteens
hmmmm
:-)
Nicely done.

izzy said...

Glistening indeed! Whew- and I also love that barest ankle showing- thanks!

TALON said...

This made me smile, Margaret. My mother always said that "ladies glisten -- they don't sweat". She obviously never saw me in my kick-boxing class! :)

Kay L. Davies said...

Beautiful.
I'm envious. I don't glisten, I melt.
K

Peggy said...

Lovely summer scene. I love the smell of magnolias but do not find it often here in S Calif. Good prompt. Thanks.

g-man said...

Talon Kick Boxing?
Now I'm glistening!!

Margaret Bednar...
Now I see why you have 8 kids...:-)
Still waters run deep with you methinks
Loved your multi-prompt 55
Thanks for being the classiest chick I know
Thanks for all you do to support and encourage
Sometimes you leave me speachless
Have a Kick Ass Week End
G

Susie Clevenger said...

Love this poem of southern charm and a hint of temptation. :)

Susan said...

When one of the rules is don't sweat, impossibility suggests other breakages as well! Fun.

humbird said...
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humbird said...

So playful, flirting poem, nicely done and plus this amazing magnolias...thanks, Margaret

Poet Laundry said...

I pictured Scarlett on the porch with the Tarleton twins! A fun piece Margaret! lol @ Kay's comment :-)

kaykuala said...

Glistening yes! As ladies do! Like the magnolias. Apparently it's an official flower for some states. Nicely Marge!

Hank

Helena Philomena Liebekraft said...

Very pretty poem!
Fortunately I am a Western hick and not a Southern belle, because I sweat buckets!

Truedessa said...

I really enjoyed the prompt and pictures. Creamy vanilla scent..brings a smile as that scent is delicious...