You get powdered milk
then coca cola through a rubber teat
soon it’s
cigarettes and stolen beers
other girls hate you
climbing into cars with their
boys who
won’t buy you teddy bears,
cards with love hearts on the front
and baby talk inside
you do
things that good girls
dare not do
learn to wield your hips
like a Colt 45
and re-apply your lipstick
In the dark
You have never
Bought yourself a drink
Or taken your heels off
in public
No one will ever see you
In the early morning light
As you remove your shoes
and hold your tender feet
like a newborn babe
This was inspired by http://susandanielspoetry.com/2012/12/31/skankgoddess-not-a-nice-girl/
Thank you Susan!
Wow, wow, wow. I love this one. You have made my s/g human and vulnerable. Beautifully drawn.
Thank you…I just re-wound the tape a little
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Here she is again from faceatthewindow… Boy this s/g gets around… Just what you’d expect, no?
Love it
learn to wield your hips
like a Colt 45
I am utterly in awe of where you can pull these lines from
This was beautiful Ace
Thanks Rambly: it’s been very poetry heavy on here of late. I’m loving it and hope you do too! Hugs
Using phrases to paint pictures. Intense. Very good.
Thanks Jean; good to see you here again. Happy New Year
this jolted me awake. I am listening. & a new fan. wow.
Just been to check you out: I’m listening too.
Wonderful beginning and even better ending.
Very well done. You hit your mark! Eric
Thanks so much. I really felt this one
Wonderfully written
Thank you so much
Something noirish about this, I kept feeling like I was in the forties or something – it’s another great piece, and feels very different, proving further versatility.
You must take up the Iron Poet invite!
Do you know, as I wrote it, I saw her in my head like cinema, yes Noir…so well spotted panda. Thanks. I don’t have an invite do I? What is this iron poets of which you bleat?
You have an invite via email. I can re-send it (and will). It’s an invite only poetry forum, I think you’d enjoy it – and Susan Daniels already invited you! – popular girl
OOOOO how exciting! I am all a quiver…hope it leads to more of these wonderful challenges which seem to be firing up the old creative juices of late.
There’s two in there already I think… it’s kind of wonderful!
I’ve just accepted and am sooooo excited but I can’t get into this now…back to work tiredness…tomorrow…tomorrow…this is wonderful x
Hey FatWah – been thinking about this poem lately. I really like it, but wondered – could you drop the 45? Leaving it as just Colt suggests wild horses, and keeps the noir suggestion more tacit?
See what you think
Hi panda, it’s taken me a while to reply to this as I’ve had flu
Yes, I like your idea. I actually felt that the Colt 45 simile was weak and wrong for the piece: to cliche and resonant of cowboys, not noir! Thanks…colt is better. Sniffles FatW
Goodness me, this is beautiful. this is strong, this is poetry! and my question is this – how did she get to be this way? How and why did she learn to wield her hips with such effect and paint her lips the dark sheen of gore?
Thanks so much…I was kind of hoping the poem would answer your questions…! The first few lines explain something about the lack of nurture in her formative years I hope