captain's dinner

I sat with a friend

at dinner among many


with sophisticated hair

so, doncha know, European


a star-spangled sweep

of silky midnight

requiring scaffolding

                     such cruel underwear

and Mt Everest heels


the sun was setting
oranges and Georgia peaches

squashed into the ocean


and a stray whisp of rose chiffon


you weren't there

Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 11:40

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I read a sadness in this poem. "They" have taken away the subtle simple beauty of a gentle evening and replaced it with the heavy fabricated couture of the fashionista. I like your style of writing it's uncluttered and focused but leaves a trail of vision which allow the reader freedom to explore. That's a rare quality.

Thanks for sharing your work,