3 a.m.. and the fog is manmade,
a haze of perfume on the collar
and frayed ends of whiskey fumes,
smiling a lazy distracted lust
as she danced before vivid signs,
flashing artificial rainbows
onto rain-slicked uneasy concrete.
Her legs spun and gleamed
with a sheen of blue and green,
a pirouette with a knowing laugh
sets the mind and eyes spinning,
leaving streaking trails of red,
a nighthawk’s drunken punishment.
But I would do it all again,
to see her laugh and smile,
to see the cities lights piercing
the halo of drunken soft focus,
warming the heart like a nightcap,
skewing a grey urban ugliness
into hypnotizing splash of vibrant life.
Author notes
Picture Prompt: http://allpoetry.com/images/ext/Contest/2427/521.jpg?1227055115
A contest entry
- flicker by Death of the Author.
1000 points, ended December 11, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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manmade/frayed - cool
the collection of images in the first three lines is really cool.
artifical rainbows - yupp
I like both rain-slicked and uneasy, but I think you should pick one (and then maybe you could work the other one somewhere else into your poem).
pirouette - cool word
nighthawk - nice
halo - nice
nice ending.
Cool. Reminds me of "Take Back The City". Thanks for entering
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