She was a melting Jezebel
The original crime-less victim
A witch who dropped her wand
Had lost her magic; powerless
No rhythm in her steps
Nor music in her soul
But always looking
For a new dance partner
Always wanting to make
New memories to help her
Forget the painful past
Replace them, erase them
A wonderfuly magical poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteas she will die a lonely and wornout woman...
ReplyDeletea melting Jezebel... loved that!
ReplyDeleteSad tale. We chose our own destiny.
ReplyDeleteMelting Jezebel.....that kinda melted me!!
ReplyDeleteJust lovely...
ReplyDeleteSounds like something a lot of women have been.
ReplyDeleteDamn, Bubba, give the woman her magic power back!!! (Abracadabra.....POOF!) There!! xo
ReplyDeleteCould autumn be the Jezebel melting all the pretty summer to brown?
ReplyDeleteVery very interesting 55.
I like it a lot!
xo
Could autumn be the Jezebel melting all the pretty summer to brown?
ReplyDeleteVery very interesting 55.
I like it a lot!
xo
Can't erase the past, or forget it. But you can make new memories that lay across old wounds like fresh skin.
ReplyDeleteNothing worse than losing one's wand.
ReplyDeletequit writing about me (smiles) Seriously, this is really, really good.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you turned "victimless crime" around to describe her.
ReplyDeletevery much enjoyed this 55... hmmm, did I drop my wand ~
ReplyDeleteIs this about George Michael?
ReplyDeleteVery Nicely Written Eric
Loved your 55
Thanks for being such a big help today
You Rock
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Sad but beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteI cannot tell you how much the ending means to me right now. 55 gold stars to you, Bubba.
ReplyDeleteExcellent write, Eric.
ReplyDeleteI liked the "crime-less victim"
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