Inspired by a scene from 'Jezebel'- just more contemporary ;)
The Red Dress she steps out onto thedancefloordaring anyone to ignorethe fabric loving everyinch of her form glances and whispers follow her like disapprovingshadowsthe clicking of her heelsmake more people take notice the man on her arm is anafterthoughtthe music skips but gets back on track as her hipssway to the beat and she'snot even dancing-stillwalking women spraypainted withenvy hold on to their men;their teeth sucking makingher feel a bit self counsciousyet she loves every minute ofit finally her man gives herwhat she wants-the adulation from othermen and the scorn of every female in the roomshe's starting to regretthe power that she has suddenly she wants to slinkawayto leave and pretend thatnight never happened but hewon't let her"You wanted to shower in theattention, so bathe in it!"he hisses and holds herprisoner on the dancefloor only the dj sees the pain andremorse in her eyes and stopsthe music so that she canescapehe knows that malice isn't inher hearthe receives a smile of gratitude as teardrops are her runway outthe door the red dress continued to loveher; the organza fabric huggingher form
It's amazing; I'm not into too many classic movies (save some Film Noir) but when 'Jezebel' came on one night I couldn't tear away from it! Bette is the business!
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It's so sad.. I think it's really breathtakingly gorgeous though. It's almost like I was there.. with your words, you painted the perfect picture in my mind. =] Excellent job using descriptions. You let us inside her mind, her male friend's mind, and the minds of everyone else in the room. Another great thing that adds some real dimension to this complex piece.
Great work, and I would love to read more things that you have written! Very impressive.
Wasn't she absolutely gorgeous in that! All that sex appeal and those marvelous eyes - she had IT with just a raised eyebrow or a tilt of her head - but then when she put on the glam = pure power! This is a great poem in tribute and understanding of what it is to be just so envied - isn't that something that happens to us all the time..... haha..... I also know what you mean about flipping channels and catching something - especially some classic that it has been never or 100 yrs since you saw it..... I watched the end of StepMom the other day.... just to cry I think...... Wow, thanks for all the good thoughts here!
It's so sad.. I think it's really breathtakingly gorgeous though. It's almost like I was there.. with your words, you painted the perfect picture in my mind. =] Excellent job using descriptions. You let us inside her mind, her male friend's mind, and the minds of everyone else in the room. Another great thing that adds some real dimension to this complex piece.
Great work, and I would love to read more things that you have written! Very impressive.
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