Sep 2014
Not for the first time,
clusters of heads
turn in her direction,
pupils dazzled by a mannequin
in high-heels
click-clacking down Lexington
one September.
Spilt your drink.
Close that mouth
and remember to blink.
Every trail of sentences
a sultry whisper,
steam billowing out
from a red teapot
while whorls of hair
whipped up like meringue
glisten in sunlight.
Teeth as white as opals,
she’ll give you a wave
if you hand her a smile.
Watch the step now.
Two legs,
a dress,
enough on show.
Trains of men
topple over
into a pool of lust
like helpless little dominoes,
catching her giggles
as they trickle
along every avenue.
They all want a sip
of her delicious potion
she carries in the breeze.
A smudge of cherry lipstick,
a dash of pink glitter,
a lethal glimpse at you
and a wink,
enough to make you say
what's her name?
and forget your own
until you slowly, slowly,
turn back the other way.
clusters of heads
turn in her direction,
pupils dazzled by a mannequin
in high-heels
click-clacking down Lexington
one September.
Spilt your drink.
Close that mouth
and remember to blink.
Every trail of sentences
a sultry whisper,
steam billowing out
from a red teapot
while whorls of hair
whipped up like meringue
glisten in sunlight.
Teeth as white as opals,
she’ll give you a wave
if you hand her a smile.
Watch the step now.
Two legs,
a dress,
enough on show.
Trains of men
topple over
into a pool of lust
like helpless little dominoes,
catching her giggles
as they trickle
along every avenue.
They all want a sip
of her delicious potion
she carries in the breeze.
A smudge of cherry lipstick,
a dash of pink glitter,
a lethal glimpse at you
and a wink,
enough to make you say
what's her name?
and forget your own
until you slowly, slowly,
turn back the other way.
Written: September 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time and part of my ongoing city series. This piece describes seeing somebody remarkably beautiful, similar to how people must have reacted when seeing Marilyn Monroe (or similar pretty actresses from that era) walking down the street for example. I wanted this poem to focus on 'what would it be like to see somebody like that?'
Lexington refers to the avenue in NYC, where arguably Monroe's most memorable film scene occurred (before switching to an indoor set) - The Seven Year Itch dress scene.
Feedback always welcome.
NOTE: Title not to be confused with 'Talking Heads', a new-wave NYC band who had success in the eighties.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time and part of my ongoing city series. This piece describes seeing somebody remarkably beautiful, similar to how people must have reacted when seeing Marilyn Monroe (or similar pretty actresses from that era) walking down the street for example. I wanted this poem to focus on 'what would it be like to see somebody like that?'
Lexington refers to the avenue in NYC, where arguably Monroe's most memorable film scene occurred (before switching to an indoor set) - The Seven Year Itch dress scene.
Feedback always welcome.
NOTE: Title not to be confused with 'Talking Heads', a new-wave NYC band who had success in the eighties.
