Aug 2015
She found herself in moments,
in the cracks between the pavement,
staring at her moonlit reflection,
twisting the time left to her to perfection,
aged thirty & counting
clouds passing above,
she kissed a couple of frogs
one of them, a Mr Prince Jnr
20 years older, who she hoped
would leave her a fortune
instead, he left her out on the street
smashed up, in the soup kitchen she moaned
about his new, younger lover
getting angrier with every hit
then aimed a shiny gun
at him to prove her point but missed
one day a preacher came along
that showed her the error of her ways
' Come to him, our Lord, child' he said
& she did. People heard her sing gospel out in the street.
It turned out she had quite a voice
& this sweet gift did not go unnoticed
now she's a rich singer of great repute
a happy end you can't refute
in the cracks between the pavement,
staring at her moonlit reflection,
twisting the time left to her to perfection,
aged thirty & counting
clouds passing above,
she kissed a couple of frogs
one of them, a Mr Prince Jnr
20 years older, who she hoped
would leave her a fortune
instead, he left her out on the street
smashed up, in the soup kitchen she moaned
about his new, younger lover
getting angrier with every hit
then aimed a shiny gun
at him to prove her point but missed
one day a preacher came along
that showed her the error of her ways
' Come to him, our Lord, child' he said
& she did. People heard her sing gospel out in the street.
It turned out she had quite a voice
& this sweet gift did not go unnoticed
now she's a rich singer of great repute
a happy end you can't refute
Just a little somethin' I came up with.. set in the US of my imagination/ general impressions from films/literature/popular culture etc... not based on any specific true stories but it makes a good yarn...as for the religious aspect of this, I don't mean to preach about religion, it was just necessary for the story. If you're familiar with Bertold Brecht. ' The Threepenny Opera', I was thinking of it when I wrote this too.
