Red Chair……………………………………………

….. a story yet to be told. Truth, fiction, what seems to be the difference?

Is this based on a real-life metaphorical circumstance?

There are stories in there, other tales that will dance their way out. Some will be preferred pets, coming out to play more often in mixed company. But every tale has its audience, no matter how small or how few.

I have many  scratching their way out of me, daring me to stand bare and itch in discomfort. Those niggling little darlings, poetry poking and prickling flesh. It isn’t called a body of work by accident. This ceaseless collection stacked from floor to rafter and tumbled up and over roofs. Again, what is fact or fancy?

What are they saying? And why are they saying so much right now?

STOP!!!

STORY ONE of sHe… isn’t a teasing sex pot giggling and fluttering eyelashes from across the room.

Right now, she’s the one shaking in the corner. There’s a door open behind her, gaping into the wintered night. No one coming in, no one going out. Her skin is frozen stiff, crinkled. Is anyone looking anymore? Music, tinny piano clinks somewhere in the background, sexless, grating across ear drums. They’ve grown bored waiting for the peep show that will never come.

……no, no, not peep show. Something else.

BURLESQUE dAnCeR

Yes, there she is. In there. Somewhere, screaming diva, arms flailing, feet twitching waiting for her stage.

Her name is…damn it. I wrote it down somewhere………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

*It’s dangerous to go there, down this road. Caricatures, like the hooker with the heart of gold, run amok. Beware of Burlesque dancing girls and their Ruby Revues. It takes time to get these things right. Maybe she’ll never come to me. But the tease is there. This is a problem that word wranglers have. It’s not like painting by numbers; it is not a smear of fire truck blare, lipsticked across mouths.

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About nala7299

Greetings Feline and Fellow Earthlings! In the interest in "brevity" I will attempt to summarize via lists. I AM, this is me, here we go, weee: writer, reader, lover of music, dance, theatre, animals, oddities, 2nd hand trolling through alleys and le boutigues of sally ann and value village, and the beautiful outdoorsy nature of my home. Big breath, leap #2: a veggie head, enviro eco freak, chocolateasaurus, transformer more than meets the eye, former ESL teacher, a happy auntie of Nicholas and Sam, my 2 sweetie pie nephews. Leap #3...welcome to me! Enough said, read my blog:)
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