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.
My dear Margaret .. AND you told Galen you didn't know what the word
ReplyDelete'poontang' meant. Delightful poem..
Helen - now that I do, perhaps that should have been the title!
ReplyDeleteLaughing at Helen's comment. Tis the season to glisten, wherever you are.
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully delicate this is! Thank you for a wonderful prompt, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteoh my...sounds like some glistening might be happening in the near future...
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think in this day and age sixteen might be a little old, sadly...
sweet and seductive. :)
ReplyDeletecream vanilla scent....good one
ReplyDeleteLovely glimpse of southern belles on their wrap around porches.......
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile...the idea of Southern belles not sweating but 'glistening."
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me a bit thankful to live in the 'sweaty' North! LOL.
`That's the great thing about being a Southern lady; you can get away with a lot once you reach a certain age!
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous picture and words to savor delicate as vanilla ~
ReplyDeleteSmiles from BC ~
Lovely Margaret. I'm obviously not a southern belle, as this weather makes me 'glisten' like a horse!
ReplyDeleteI can smell your words...
ReplyDeleteSweet sixteens
hmmmm
:-)
Nicely done.
Glistening indeed! Whew- and I also love that barest ankle showing- thanks!
ReplyDeleteThis 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! :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm envious. I don't glisten, I melt.
K
Lovely summer scene. I love the smell of magnolias but do not find it often here in S Calif. Good prompt. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteTalon Kick Boxing?
ReplyDeleteNow 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
Love this poem of southern charm and a hint of temptation. :)
ReplyDeleteWhen one of the rules is don't sweat, impossibility suggests other breakages as well! Fun.
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ReplyDeleteSo playful, flirting poem, nicely done and plus this amazing magnolias...thanks, Margaret
ReplyDeleteI pictured Scarlett on the porch with the Tarleton twins! A fun piece Margaret! lol @ Kay's comment :-)
ReplyDeleteGlistening yes! As ladies do! Like the magnolias. Apparently it's an official flower for some states. Nicely Marge!
ReplyDeleteHank
Very pretty poem!
ReplyDeleteFortunately I am a Western hick and not a Southern belle, because I sweat buckets!
I really enjoyed the prompt and pictures. Creamy vanilla scent..brings a smile as that scent is delicious...
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