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phantasy dancer
she moves naked onto the stage,
slow, seductive, a somnolent cat.
the gray shades of this temple reveal
only one color: her red Rita Hayworth hair.
the drum-noise of Night Train, tempestuous tempo,
high decibel, conquers the room, and claims the
back rooms where the other dancers wait,
sniff, shoot up, impale themselves...
to escape their sordid reality.
insistent speakers vibrate, the naked girl writhes,
her fingers tangled in her hair.
hips gyrate, to the left, to the right, hypnotic,
demanding, kindling Desire's fire.
when her legs spread, the scent of wildflowers
whispers into the smoke and the whiskey melodies.
in the shadowed pit, hungry eyes memorize her
beauty, begging embrace, dreaming unholy dreams.
somewhere, another world spins, civilizations rise
and dominate, fall and repeat...
but not here.
the drums, the shadows, the dancer, the watchers,
they cry for their own salvation.
the naked girl dances.
hungry eyes devour her nakedness.
wildflowers perish in smoke.
slow, seductive, a somnolent cat.
the gray shades of this temple reveal
only one color: her red Rita Hayworth hair.
the drum-noise of Night Train, tempestuous tempo,
high decibel, conquers the room, and claims the
back rooms where the other dancers wait,
sniff, shoot up, impale themselves...
to escape their sordid reality.
insistent speakers vibrate, the naked girl writhes,
her fingers tangled in her hair.
hips gyrate, to the left, to the right, hypnotic,
demanding, kindling Desire's fire.
when her legs spread, the scent of wildflowers
whispers into the smoke and the whiskey melodies.
in the shadowed pit, hungry eyes memorize her
beauty, begging embrace, dreaming unholy dreams.
somewhere, another world spins, civilizations rise
and dominate, fall and repeat...
but not here.
the drums, the shadows, the dancer, the watchers,
they cry for their own salvation.
the naked girl dances.
hungry eyes devour her nakedness.
wildflowers perish in smoke.
Published 19th Jan 2013
| Edited 28th Mar 2017
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Anonymous
- Edited 20th Jan 2013 1:06am
20th Jan 2013 1:05am
Welcome to this cool site, J F.
Enjoyed reading your poem. Raw energy abounds.
Cryptic and lovely ending.
Thanks for sharing.
Pen on, poet :)
Cheers
Tidespotter
Enjoyed reading your poem. Raw energy abounds.
Cryptic and lovely ending.
Thanks for sharing.
Pen on, poet :)
Cheers
Tidespotter
20th Jan 2013 12:40pm
Wonderfully written and expressed John.
"Wildflowers perish in smoke"
Beautiful. :)
"Wildflowers perish in smoke"
Beautiful. :)
20th Jan 2013 5:57pm
Terrific visuals like "the scent of wildflowers
whispers into the smoke and the whiskey melodies," and keen insight like " hungry eyes memorize her beauty" abound in this well written piece. You do such a great job at "showing and not telling" that my only minor suggestion would be to show the "sordid reality" rather than tell it. All in all, though, a very fine job.
whispers into the smoke and the whiskey melodies," and keen insight like " hungry eyes memorize her beauty" abound in this well written piece. You do such a great job at "showing and not telling" that my only minor suggestion would be to show the "sordid reality" rather than tell it. All in all, though, a very fine job.
