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Saturday, 23 April 2011

The Catwalk Queen

The catwalk queen
with perfect poise
each movement for
a moment poised
soft music plays
it might be dance
were not her steps
each one the same
it has the grace

but is not dance.
within each skin
so lightly shed
with each new slink
the hundred eyes
that follow her
are led the same
old dance again.

This is my contribution for today to Writers Island's NATIONAL POETRY's Free Writing Month.


anthonynorth said...

I see this as a condemnation and outing of the monotony of fashion, never changing, yet we believe it does.
Great words.

Stan Ski said...

Same old same old - I'm glad I can't dance!

Isabel Doyle said...

well, I wish I could dance: never have been able to direct my feet or the rest of me, and now struggle to stand up - but the insousiance is perfect and even if the 'fashion industry' seems full of inane frippery - for some it is also poetry, albeit a very expensive kind and not for me either ...
a graceful poem Mr King

Anonymous said...

Well done.

HalfCrazy said...

Hey there.

I have a huge imagination. So while I read your piece of art, it got me picturing a scene.

Ron. said...

I find them hard to look at. No amount of slink or shimmercloth counteracts my repulsion at their superficiality.

You write it well, DK.

Jinksy said...

Methinks you and I were both dancing today! How odd is that? LOL

Mary said...

You have really brought the scene alive, Dave. The rhythm of the poem portrayed the 'walk' well!

Lolamouse said...

Great description of the catwalk, Dave. It does have a repetitious, artificial feel to it. As one who can't dance AND is terribly clumsy as well, I would settle to be able to do either!

Tommaso Gervasutti said...

It's amazing, the rhythm and intensity of this poem. And the coinsidence concerning the cat's soul in relation with my post.
I had many cats in my life. For some time I had five.
By the way in the preface of "The Famished Road" by Ben Okri the divine nature of cats is prodigiously revealed.

Other Mary said...

Everything old is new again...I like the mood you set here.

flaubert said...

Perfect poem about the catwalk queens, Dave, poor girls are starving themselves to death.


Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

wow, smart one.

beautiful implication.

Windsmoke. said...

You got me hooked right from the first line to the last, very enjoyable :-).

Jeanne Estridge said...

Just read this aloud to my daughter and my sisters, whom I'm visiting, to much appreciation.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Wonderfully poetic commentary on the fashion industry!

Dave King said...

Excellent way of putting it.

Me, too. I once (in my teens) went to a dance class. They played "The Twelfth Street Rag". I left.

Good point, well made. Thanks for that.

Honest Abe
Much thanks.

That's one hell of a boost for me! Shall we be seeing any of the results?

It's the attitude - or is it the atmosphere? - that repels me.

Odd, but it makes us even, I guess!

Hi Good to have you visiting. And your comment. Thanks.

Sounds like we have a lot in common!

I've always taken my understanding of cats' souls from the Egyptians.

Thanks a lot for that. Interesting remark!

That's the bit (well, one bit) I don't quite understand.

Promising Poets Parking Lot
And a smart comment. Than you for it.

Much appreciated. Thanks.

What a lovely response! Thank you so much.

Madeleine Begun Kane
Thank you very much.