The Master Milliner

Sliding past the truth
with a tip of your proverbial hat,
a glorious creation
worn for such situations.

A slight of tongue,
a slip of your lip,
a veracity shill game
for nearsighted fools.

Secretive sighs as you weave
silver threads of charisma,
shimmery bits stick stubbornly
to the bottom of your shoes.

How they shine with your polished elixir,
sporting heels worn away
by the sharp shards of shame
that lie beneath their soles.

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Ice, you are the mistress of layers. There starts from the beginning a feeling of positivity, and by the time this is over, you realize the sinister edge to this character. Skillfully woven, and artfully written. A pleasure to read, again. As always. I love to read your work. Take care, my friend....

[icelandicblue]

Thank you, for some reason I am partial to this one. I am so appreciate of your support of my work. ; )

[Bright Ocean Star]

You are welcome...:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh those smooth talking son of a guns, certainly something I could never be, nor wanna.
A really cool poem… well versed as you creatively described this kinda of person.

[icelandicblue]

People fall for them for a reason. They read you and then pretend they know you better than you know yourself. They are in all walks of life and if they're good it takes a while to catch on. I think a lot of politicians and CEO's fall into this category. Thanks for the read Dale.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are most welcome my friend.

[Confuser]

Oh, I really love it! Sliding past the truth; what a great way to start; and then the great descriptive journey began. I just let out a loud sigh, it is so lovely. (My sigh, held no threads of charisma) Wow, you make it seem so effortless, like a slow waltz. It flowed and flowed.

[icelandicblue]

I'm happy you liked this one Confuser. It is near and perhaps not so dear to my heart. Thank you for your lovely comment.

[Samuel Pennell]

This is really great, Icelandic! It has a real noir feel to it. I can imagine Bogey and Lauren Bacall making eye contact. The poem would have given me that, even without the photo. It has a cynical feel to it, a la "Casablanca." Smoke curling up into the air and jazz music in the background. "Silver threads of charisma" is a classic line. Terrific!

[icelandicblue]

I appreciate the film noir essence you have found in this piece. Thanks Samuel.

[Samuel Pennell]

No problem.

[Joyce S. Greene]

At least the speaker recognizes a snake when she sees one. How many of us haven't. You are one terrific poet! Write on. Joyce

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Joyce...I can't stop if the truth be told. ; )

[willweb]

From the dakr alley they crawl, hiding in plain sight. This was very good Icelandicblue. It is o hard to know who to trust these days, with their silvery threads linging to the bottoms of those polished wingtips. I really njoyed this today.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much and you refer to some of my favorite lines. Thanks for your continuing support will. It is appreciated.

[Pete Langley]

I often wonder about hats....in yore days they were worn either for pomp - or more for protection from weather, parasites and exposure of inadequate haircare. Now though ...as in your superbly imaged piece....they are part of the disguise. Love it. P

[icelandicblue]

Thank you Pete. Hats are an undervalued part of the disguise of those who would do nefarious things I think. This character needed one. So glad you liked it.

[Haley Wilson]

The picture compliments the poem perfectly. Your writing is fantastic!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so very much Haley.

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Wow, this piece is just amazing!!! Nicely written. :-)

Kaze~

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for your comment. ; )

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome. :-))

[Pryde Foltz]

How they shine with your polished elixir,
sporting heels worn away
by the sharp shards of shame
that lie beneath their soles.

The underside of film noir … now that is gritty. Fine wordsmithing, Icyblue

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Pryde.