Ode to a Flying Fish

BIG TENT POETRY

http://bigtentpoetry.org/2011/04/monday-prompts-april-4/

supplied the prompt; 'imagining a fish'.

GRANDMA'S GOULASH
http://grandmas-goulash.info/2011/04/2011-retreat-14/
'original post'

ODE TO A FLYING FISH

A Sonnet

Thy gaiety enchants us as we see

Thy silver body flashing through the air.

Thou seemst a creature quite devoid of care,

At home in both the sky and in the sea!

And yet thy spirit languishes I know.

A heart divided never can know peace,

Condemned forever to the depths below,

While yearnings for the ether never cease.

A flash of blue is all thou art allowed.

The sweet fresh air experienced as a puff.

A second soaring high above the crowd,

But is a second ever long enough?

Oh Flying Fish! Thou art expression of

The agony of a divided love.

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SHOE FETISH

It was the call I'd longed-for,

Since the day that I'd left school!

A modelling job that afternoon.

Goodbye to the typing pool!

They asked me to wear a tutu

But my old green one was limp,

So I stuffed the dark blue under it

And then began to primp.

I found some matching stockings,

Knee-highs! What a disgrace!

But my thighs would be under the tutu,

In a thankfully hidden place!

I took such care with my lipstick!

I took my time with my hair.

I sprayed the front bits indigo

And let the rest stay fair.

I tanned myself with lotion

Over legs and arms and chest

And I used some hair remover

On, well, you know 'the rest'.

Who knows what this might lead to?

One shot might lead to more.

I could see myself  'au naturelle'

Draped on a velvet floor!

'Wear high heels' said my Mother,

'Make yourself look tall!'

But I'd only got the yellow ones.

They wouldn't do at all!

And, just as we were arguing,

The taxi blared its horn

And I dashed-out wearing yellow shoes!

Yellow as summer corn!

But I knew 'they' wouldn't notice them

When they saw my poise and style!

I rubbed a tissue over my teeth

To improve my dazzling smile.

'They' looked me over once or twice

Then muttered quite a lot

Finally saying 'We think we might

Try out a cabbage shot!'

'Every picture tells a story';

Something inside me dies

When I see my face is hidden

But they've emphasised my THIGHS!

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