Purple glitz heel-blockers.
A purple nipped-in dress.
Open gestures of celebration.
Nimble Latin dance moves.
A real corker of a
Woman.
A woman on the up.
A woman in her prime.
Unusual.
Perhaps.
For most.
Pencil-skirted, winkle-pickled -
a Pitman bird.
Speedy and flighty;
a hundred words per minute!
Raising hundreds of thousands of millions for her
Boss, she’s –
a real ‘gem’ of a woman.
Athritic fingers and a crumbling hip -
new parts required!
Finished,
in her prime, she
takes her pick of plastic bones.
Sawn up and stitched up,
at sixty, she goes back for seconds.
This one’s to last;
No chance of a third, due to
the cost.
And the queues –
the waiting lists like snails;
snails stuffed fat with plastic parts,
all ready for a bird –
to feast upon.
Arms raised, waving hands, graceful as a purple fancy.
Exotic,
successful,
proud.
She was worked hard.
And it paid off.
Latin verbs, Greek myths, Theology –
an educated father;
a Pastor’s library to peck through.
Reading, speaking, consuming and flourishing;
An all-singing and dancing tropical flower -
warm, fed and occasionally watered,
as required.
Primed,
she turns her ankle, swings her nimble hip, and
with a swish of her hot-crimson skirt,
like a rotating glitz ball, a disco-lady on fire, she lifts her purple heel block and
stamps on the weak.
She opens her beak to the Rolling Stones.
A chipped beak. Just a small chink. Minute. A start.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2017
Credit: Image from Google search labelled 'Creative Commons' courtesy of Theresa Huse at http://msartisttheresahuse.blogspot.co.uk/p/free-image-supply-sources.html
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