PERSPECTIVES – Little Black Dress

PERSPECTIVES

A little background.

The genre is “Acrostic” and there is some information on the genre with links at the end.

The poetry below is a joint venture. Both of us used the exact same phrase in the same 4 x 4 format. One written by a man, me. The other written by a woman, not me. The Lady and she is a Lady, shall remain anonymous unless she chooses to make herself known.

The phrase used was provided by me. In this case the phrase is an item of apparel. I asked for perspective from a woman on the item. There was no direction, only the item. There was no sharing between me and she as our individual pieces were written.

From, “Lady Anonymous” and myself, enjoy our take, and of course the Gentleman defers to the Lady’s piece first, on the;

Little Black Dress

Her Perspective

Living out life in a gleeful rage
Innocence in this smile, tricks in another
The sweetness of the slaughter upon the lips
Though the second-hand silk is only a tease

Looking for approval while asking for criticism
Emotions raw beneath the reflection
Betraying the cards up her sleeve
Lucky that mirrors always forget

Assaulting jealousy with laughter
Concealing the weariness with wit
Killing time in exquisite ways
Dying, one day, with memories instead of fantasies

Returning home alone once more
Every morning it’s just the same
Salting the wounds with a shot of Jack
Sleeping past noon in last night’s silk

Lady Anonymous
February 21, 2015

His Perspective

Legs lithe, lips luscious, lashes long, stepping in that special way
It shows, she knows, appreciation grows, confident and sure
Take a small step back, girls’ got look, she’s woman with a hook
Taste and style accompanied by a smile that beguiles

Liquid eyes that aren’t shy, shooting down the leering kind
Elegance and grace, delicate and dignified in satin with lace
Bewitching in black, she’s so all that, a walking heart attack
Locks that shimmer, makes no matter if it be sun, moon, or shower

Ankle crosses ankle, so finely adorned in serpentine gold
Clutch in hand, shinning finger nail tapping like a wand
Knee in front of knee, sweeter than amber honey from the tree
Dress riding high, sliding enticingly across sun burnished thighs

Red slows her flight, people stop their way, her wink a man’s delight
Easing in beside, without a word, slipping together on rhythm’s tide
Slight fingers entwine, cool and warm her hand in mine
Softly to ear, beautiful in every way, so glad you’re with me here

G.R. Hambley ©
February 14, 2015

My favourite form of poetry is “Acrostic”. If you’re new to the genre that means the work is like a crossword puzzle. Hidden meaning in literary works isn’t new. You can find acrostic in the Hebrew Bible among other places. If you’d like to fiddle with the acrostic genre you can do so with the link.

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