Yes, I remember that dress:
slut nail red - the hair was another shade -
simple-cut, a scarlet mutation
of every woman's lbd.
You wore those patterned stockings
that tattooed spiders' webs on your legs.
So long - so very long – ago;
the day red-lettered when you made
casually clear a cruel intention
to depart a defunct marriage.
I stayed glued to the crazing patterns
you had woven around my broken heart.
Comments
tamara (not verified) | January 24, 2009 - 21:42
A sad tale but crafted into a piece of art.Brilliant.
jennifer | January 26, 2009 - 11:14
I am shocked at you going for such an obvious minx in the first place, Ewan!
Superb alliteration, I might use this one in a lesson!
J x
Dynamaso | January 28, 2009 - 01:56
Sharp and absolutely brilliant. I too love the alliteration.
Nathan Bednarek | January 28, 2009 - 15:15
Wow, this is too powerful. Amazing work that has a voice of its own. You created such a unique image here and for a short piece this poem speaks volumes. Wonderful stuff, well done.
Nathan.