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Lola Lola (the blue angel)
in my black&white dream, a circle of light blooms
concentrically on the screen. rusting wheels spin, ratcheting
celluloid threads through the projector’s eye, & the cabaret’s
stage comes into focus. in the center stands Lola, hands on
hips, costumed in iridescent top hat, white ruffled bloomers;
silk stockings that end at mid-thigh, exposing maidenly skin
that my viperish mouth craves to adore.
‘ich bin von mannern umgeben,’ she sings, her eyes scanning
spectral paramours beyond the footlights. but there are no
other men, only me, observing & conspiring from the wings.
champagne, bouquets of calla lilies, imported Swiss chocolate:
I deliver these to her dressing room, suffering every penny of my
savings, to garner her attention. her smile vanquishes my shyness.
she comes close, so close to me, & I inhale the scent of her
cologne, I gaze upon rouged lips. lips that I would never kiss.
her lovers are chairmen of industry, generals & admirals, counts &
barons. What chance would fate afford a simple school teacher?
after months of pining, I broke into her dressing room, my sanity
obliterated. ‘get out!’ she screamed at my reflection in her vanity
mirror; ‘get out!’ the weapon in my hand was an extension of my
terrible heart, since my mind no longer existed. as she approached
me, her fiery eyes intent on torching the beast of my passion, I
pulled the trigger.
my darling Lola, whose beauty was never known to gods or men,
before or ever again, was now merely the tragic Shakespearean
end of my love story. I stood there & wept for the last time, my
heart broken, my hand fused to the smoking gun…
…there is a heaven, a blue heaven, created only for her, where
she reigns as a goddess, attended by blue angels. she performs
to an audience of cornflowers, faded violets, & roses, roses of blue.
under paschal blue skies, bathed in the radiance of a blue moon.
the symphony of brass & strings fills the universe,
and the song is blue...
Published 26th May 2015
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26th May 2015 7:35pm
I adore your mind Johnny rotten!
You really know how to make the readers feel what your feel, u are fearless!
my darling Lola, whose beauty was never known to gods or men,
before or ever again, was now merely the tragic Shakespearean
end of my love story. I stood there & wept for the last time, my
heart broken, my hand fused to the smoking gun…
So good!!!
Always with love
Zazzles xoxoxox
You really know how to make the readers feel what your feel, u are fearless!
my darling Lola, whose beauty was never known to gods or men,
before or ever again, was now merely the tragic Shakespearean
end of my love story. I stood there & wept for the last time, my
heart broken, my hand fused to the smoking gun…
So good!!!
Always with love
Zazzles xoxoxox
This is dark John. But absolutely riveting.
Can't help but observe that this isn't the first time you're using "Lola" as a character.
Can't help but observe that this isn't the first time you're using "Lola" as a character.
26th May 2015 8:00pm
I like your variation on the Marlene Dietrich picture. Great film. Great poem.
Anonymous
26th May 2015 8:14pm
. . .'and we women are wretched things'. . .An intriguing dark write, JFeddeler. My [black] top hat is off to you. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
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26th May 2015 9:00pm
26th May 2015 9:54pm
To be wrapped in a JohnFeddeler story: always too short, always traumatic,always splendidly written.
27th May 2015 00:15am
27th May 2015 4:37am
So much of what you write leaves me speechless, but for all the right reasons...you continue to blow me away JohnFeddeler !
27th May 2015 9:23am
ahh the story of passion & love you spin ever thrills me ..in the delicate words that holds all: from smoking beauty to classic ambiance to wicked seduction to the unseen love.
"whose beauty was never known to gods or men,
before or ever again"..speaks of the depths u traverse that others donn even have a clue.. juz another btfl blue epic, loved the title:) tq JF
"whose beauty was never known to gods or men,
before or ever again"..speaks of the depths u traverse that others donn even have a clue.. juz another btfl blue epic, loved the title:) tq JF
A divine Vaudevillian Tragedy so beautifully eloquent but framed in irony that if she does,in fact, play to heavenly audiences you have ensured that you will never be witness to her art again. All the best angels are blue.
27th May 2015 12:12pm
27th May 2015 3:27pm
some people never learn to let go - you capture this perfectly
yet another 'wow' write from you
:-)
yet another 'wow' write from you
:-)
Anonymous
27th May 2015 4:46pm
"I stood there &
wept for the last time, my heart broken, my hand fused to the
smoking gun…"
it's rare for me not to be able to articulate my thoughts... yet, as usual, i'm both awe & dumb struck when i need to leave a comment here
few people outdo themselves but you're like fine wine, Mister Feddeler, you just keep getting better
wept for the last time, my heart broken, my hand fused to the
smoking gun…"
it's rare for me not to be able to articulate my thoughts... yet, as usual, i'm both awe & dumb struck when i need to leave a comment here
few people outdo themselves but you're like fine wine, Mister Feddeler, you just keep getting better
27th May 2015 8:15pm
Love the double entendre of your title, sir! Had settled in for a love story but you pack a wallop with this too!
You, my dear, are saving me from buying so many books!(grins)
Thanx fer that, and take care!
~d
You, my dear, are saving me from buying so many books!(grins)
Thanx fer that, and take care!
~d
28th May 2015 4:16am
29th May 2015 5:25pm
Tears of obsession trace slowly along the edges of this smoldering, blue madness. Of course I'm mesmerized by his passionate heart. You've penned a vintage masterpiece, John. A true pleasure!
and you are... die von Frauen umgeben
and you are... die von Frauen umgeben
