Broken-Heeled Perfection

broken heeled perfectionRed heels,
Forgotten on the road’s edge.
She walked,
No sauntered like the world had forgotten
who its master was
And she was there to remind it.

Rips in black tights
Tears at knees.
Crimson lips
Smeared and smirked.
Black winged eyeliner
Sharp enough to break any man’s heart,
When she spoke
The years she smoked,
Chokes the air
Menthol ladened kiss.

She is a gale wind.
tearing down the walls.
She is the force behind it all.
 

Today was a rough day for me, so poetry didn’t come easily. It limped into my bedroom, much later in the day than expected. The prompt today was about perfection/imperfection. So I wrote about her.

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9 Responses to Broken-Heeled Perfection

  1. “It limped into my bedroom, much later in the day than expected.” Not part of your official poem but I thought that line was awesome…reminds me of some of my poetry encounters.

    Curious…the woman in your poem…is she meant to represent poetry? She’s a striking image…fierce in the first stanza…but somehow worn and used in the second (a tragic figure almost)…and then wild and powerful at the last.

    Very nice!

    • Tamara Woods

      I hadn’t thought about her representing something. She was just an image that needed sketched out for whatever reason. I think she has a story she wants to tell me. Thank you so much Anna!

  2. You’ve done a great job at writing her story, Tamara!
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  3. “When she spoke
    The years she smoked,
    Chokes the air” – my favourite part – I can almost hear her 🙂
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  4. kris799

    It’s sad and powerful. I imagine a tough woman who has been through some really tough times.

  5. “No sauntered like the world had forgotten
    who its master was”

    Loved this. The imagery is stunning, but these two lines made me nod my head, like I could see that bitch saunter. Love it.
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    • Tamara Woods

      I really want to play with this one. Let it dance a little. She’s going to have a helluva story.

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