Prussian Blue

the woman in a glossy blue dress

like shining tinsel

like rear bicycle signals

is twining a hair lock

around her ring finger

keeping always her right leg

over the left one

through her lips corners

descending half circle

she’s spinning the words thinly

from a cotton candy bundle

her eyelids are asleep mostly at daytime

she sees between eyelashes

a corduroy sky

ultramarine blue

 

looking closer she seems silvery

like a light organ

with greasy lipstick smearing her lips

her ears stretched down by heavy ear rings

without dust traces under nails

without perfume spots on her chest

she sits alone in the armchair

in the theater hall

she sits alone at the edge of the seats row

in the middle of the audience

the actors are trampling singing and falling

she’s melting among the spectators

keeping her back straight

 

like an ink blotch in a glass with water

under the blue spotlight

suddenly invisible

she’s crying

Author's Note

This time I think I have (maybe) some grammar errors...I am sorry about that, I think I have to revise it, maybe you can tell me your opinion about it ignoring errors.

Reviews

[Becky]

The imagery and message was very well written, but I had a hard time getting through it without punctuation, etc. The lines about sitting alone in the middle of the audience were especially poignant.