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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).
YOU?
ReplyDeleteFading?
Timeworn?
Never!
The chair?
Maybe!
Ha ha. Of course not me! I wouldn't go down without a fight :\
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ... there is a sense of nostalgia in this piece !!!
ReplyDeleteHa! Love where you went with this. Dang, you're good.
ReplyDeleteShe may yet rise to the occasion. I hope so.
ReplyDeleteAh, that perfect all-occasion little black dress - what damage it has caused!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing.
ReplyDeleteSome really lovely lines in this and a lovely sense of mood!
ReplyDeleteThis is quite a story! I was especially struck by the "giggle line". You have an amazing way with words, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteI loved the layering in the poem, Margaret. It just felt that way for me!
ReplyDeleteOh dear! Making me feel all too old if you are time worn! k.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteI love how the dress slowly morphs into being a chair, like overlapping dimensions .
ReplyDeleteClever. Moving. Well crafted. delicious poem.
ReplyDeleteYes sometimes we look back on things relating to a present subject- red is a tough color, (I only wear the deep
ReplyDeleteshades) I like what you did with it!
I really like this, Margaret. Beautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteclever indeed....thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI love the dress thing you did here, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteClever movements of words - nice literate morphing in this one, that goes on to conjure great images!
ReplyDeletesmiles...his loss i would say...smiles...too many headaches with those young skinnies....smiles...like the whispers....
ReplyDeleteIt comes to us all! :)
ReplyDeleteThose 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.
ReplyDeleteGreat metaphor, poignant write.
ReplyDeleteSo haunting. You really transmitted your feelings well with this one.
ReplyDeleteMargaret Bednar...
ReplyDeleteAnd 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!
ReplyDeleteSo sad. Must not be true love.
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