One of the black stockings was ripped
The once beautiful dress had seen better days
Brightened up with dime store bling-bling jewelry
Whatever was left of the makeup was smeared
The hair looked like it could use a washing
But the face was beautiful, defiant, almost regal
Sitting with her shapely legs crossed
On that rickety stool at the bar
She exuded confidence and attitude
Fuck you too and I don’t care
Written plainly across her expression
Her mascaraed eyes mirroring her mood
‘Excuse me, lady, may I buy you a drink?’
She turned her head slowly, languidly,
Startling blue eyes under long lashes
Pink lipstick glowing in artificial light
The edges of the beautifully shaped mouth
Starting to slightly curve upwards
‘You may’, said in a low, raspy, smoky voice
Accompanied by a short royal wave of the hand
‘But don’t get any ideas, I ain’t that kind of broad’
Negated by the slow smile starting to spread
Across that beautiful face, never reaching the eyes
But holding out non-existent promises
She nursed her drink, absorbed into herself
The guy knew it then, he never had a chance
But did not mind, was proud in fact, to have
Received that smile, having gotten the attention
Of Cindy who had once been a leading actress
Or so they said
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Experimenting with a character study. Also am trying to show that if somebody is down on his/her luck, he/she can be poor with character and dignity intact.
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brilliantly detailed of a women life in failing miserably and well expressed. your poetry is certainly growing upwards dear Fred.
Thank you so much Kevin! But now you are putting a lot of pressure on me!
Very good write, the goodness of people is on the inside not the image that is first seen with the eyes.
Thanks Goldfinch, you are so right. How many times do we write somebody off just because of his/her looks. If we would take the time to look inside, it might be a whole different story.
More than an experiment - anyway whatever it sure paid off Fred.
Thank you so much, Michael! I do appreciate your comment.
Good write Fred. Did you meet her? And should I get to know her?!
Thanks orchidee, no I don't think you should meet her. She might know you from the 1600's. And I don't know what kind of impression you made on her then.
"the slow smile ....... never reaching her eyes." What a great line! You portray her exquisitely, Fred. Well done character study!
Thanks so much Louis, am glad you like it.
Thanks FRED for a beautifully penned Character Study ~ it did NOT needed a picture because you painted her perfectly ~ she triggered all my senses ! I saw he beauty and sadness and poverty ~ I scented her perfume her perfume & neglect and heard the sadness in her voice. I would have loved to touch her ~ to taste her ~ but perhaps that is another chapter. I am old enough (34) to have encountered Ladies of her ilk ~ but (as you indicate) their barriers are difficult to penetrate ~ BUT ~ in my experience they are always ready to accept a drink and some chat ~ BUT ~ at a distance ! Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN
Thanks so much Brian, for reading and for your very comment. Am glad you perceived her the way I wanted to paint her. And Brian, better stay away from touching or tasting, Angela wouldn't be too happy about that!!! 🙂
Always true Fred, a book is not judged by it's cover. I'd say your experiment turned out very well.
Thanks so much AP! This is another example of people one should not judge: Here in Hawaii you see sometimes a local older guy, not very well dressed, shorts, t-shirt, slipppers, looking like a bum. That guy could easily own a few houses worth millions!
The easy life Fred.
Awesome! love it
Thanks so much Allys! I do appreciate you reading it and commenting!
From this short interaction, lead our imagination to what she had been through all those years.
Thank you m&m, I think that is the beauty of a short piece like this. It leaves much to the imagination, about the past of that character, but also about the future. You know m&m, that is also why I like to read a book, rather than see a movie. With the book I can use my own imagination, whereas in the movie we follow the imagination of the director.
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