Her Hair Was Blue
Who kissed me on the dance floor?
Published in the Pride edition of Stick Figure Poetry
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Amidst writhing, sweating, pulsing, flesh,
blue ribbons fluttered
out of time to
White Wedding.
A mother's dream hovered,
pride before the fall
and crash!
Boy grinned - joker or fool?
Overworn garbs of spent flirtations
Soon forgotten
punchline
to a weather report.
Yet I never forgot that
her hair was blue.
. . . . .
She danced like me
but better;
she dressed like me
but better;
she flirted like me
but oh so much better.
Closer. Our lips touched
the lyrics
of Walk of Shame:
I'll do anything you ask of me.
. . . . .
In the crypt of lingering haze,
sweat, anticipation,
in dim-lit loud cellar,
a misty shroud settled over vanilla;
over black or white;
marmite;
'I only like boys.'
. . . . .
Then, like paraffin in puddles
in coalescence, colours emerged.
On that smoke-saturated dance-floor
who kissed me?
Who spread my colours like linking rainbows?
And reflected facets of
once blurred dreams - now
with diamond clarity.
Who?
It was no joker, no fool.
I only remember
her hair was blue.
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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Comments (2)
A lovely snippet of a moment, and all the emotions of it after. Beautiful!
This is gorgeous