Bohemia's Shades

Lyrics about a songstress, Bohemia...

 

Boho blues, holey shoes

Washed in holy water

Sings just like an angel

Dresses like the devil’s daughter

 

Only seen out late at night

Often where she played

Her pale skin shimmers, eyes ignite

Hidden behind dark shades.

 

Ruby red lips smiling

At everyone she meets

Her voice is not for small talk

With punters on the streets.

 

She saves it for the audience

Who return every night

Bohemia’s heart is beating

Under dimmed stage lights.

 

Her skin almost transparent

Voices echo round the room

The audience fades to nothing

As daybreak breaks the gloom.

 

For they are all trapped

Like birds in a small cage

And are doomed until eternity

With the songstress on the stage.

 

Boho blues, holey shoes

Washed in holy water

Sings just like an Angel

But she is the Devils daughter.

 

© D.Hinson

 

Reviews

[Xyve rrg]

Boho blues, holey shoes
Washed in holy water
Sings just like an Angel
But she is the Devils daughter.

Like the irony! I like how you tied your opening with the ending and finally concluding it with an air of certainty: "She IS" in the end contrasting to just "She dresses like..." in the beginning.
I enjoyed reading it. I thought it has a nice rhyme and was successful in presenting imagery... I think I saw Bohemia and I heard her voice, hehe...
Good job.

[Butterflymom]

WOW ! I found this to be very well written, creative, and the imagery just beautiful. You have proven yourself to be an amazing story teller in just a few lines. Thank you for sharing this piece!

[Legion]

So the Siren lives. Good write. I enjoyed the tale.