I met a girl
Red lights blazing
flashing backstreet bars
in an alleyway
shadows silent behind
lamppost’s, thin stripped
light bouncing off
her shoulders, Medusa
scantily clad
dancing through her
fractured halo,
stockings hiked up
high, lest the cold
penetrate, short skirt
on latticed silhouette(s)
tiptoes pointing
slipping in behind
taxis. Threadbare
pockets strain
fingertips smooth into
green folds;
a handful of jewels
lining her silk purse.
© 2009 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
© 2009 Jodine Derena Butler. All Rights Reserved
First Published in Side Stream ‘Poetry From The Fringe’, Issue 19, 2009
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