The Definition of Glamour

Written under the pen-name Mina Hyatt

Away from the laughter and caresses

From the swagger of the band

In a room of roses and post cards

She sits, surveying her features.

Cigarette in one hand kohl in the other

No shaking destroys the perfect line

Around the glistening eye

The lips are rouged to a bitten red

And each blonde lash individually separated.

As she moves the brush over her cheeks

Her breath is slow and steady

Porcelain doll skin, so unblemished

So smooth,

The kind that kisses are made for

The kind lovers die for.

 

Tonight she forgoes the silk dress

And instead wears a top hat and tails

The black satin trousers are like a glove

To her long slender legs

She sports it better than any man could

And walks with that same borrowed arrogance

The golden curls bouncing above her shoulders

 

The voices of the audience swells

As she walks the dingy corridor to the wings

She’s calm as the compare talks

Contrasting his pre-show panic

The house is packed! Be your best tonight!

    Hmm she murmurs, far way.

That mysterious implacable accent

Coy yet refined, a husky honey-trap.

 

Into the velvet black she steps

The smoke rising lazily from the tables

And the chink of glasses in well-dressed hands

Her smile silencing the awed crowd

The myth has become reality for one night

Even if she denies the icon she has become

 

Every man wants to touch her

Even the women feel her pull

She blurs the lines

With her fantastic suit and feminine body

It is not her gender that attracts

But because she is so free

Free to be whoever she wants

 

They thought they had seen glamour

In the movies, in the music halls

But that was before she walked in

And glamour was defined