Faux Pas Passions

dropped like a stone into the conversation,
sheer tactlessness as breaths are
sharply drawn and she knew from the
moment the words were uttered
notoriety would follow her
with a buzz at smartly laid and
well planned dinner parties.

It wasn't so much that she lied
but even truth can be applied
with a little less aplomb of
a misaimed bomb and the
heat that stained and strained
at her blouse matched the blush
of a flustered face and the
wine in her mouth turns
to ash in disgrace.

Until the serene calm of
the soup tureen, its ripples
barely felt as thick
creamy chatter and sultry patter
resumes around the table.
Perhaps a little over eager,
but making up for meagre
rations from the worst ever
kitchen for faux pas passions.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-03 at 17:24

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Like a palpable surprise this came to be... I always say it, I know, but the descriptions are just mindblowing in the way you write, Elle. It makes the reader feel the full extent of the moment. Just beautiful.
2014-05-07


Purple Phoenix
This is brilliant... as are all of your writes. I've been known to drop a bomb or two myself. ;) Love it.
2014-05-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Elle, and very amusing. I've had that meal.
2014-05-04


Rob Graber
A most enjoyable evocation of the faux pas, dropped indeed "like a stone"!
2014-05-03