Sunday, January 12, 2014

Blokes and Dames

Twisted vixen
femme fatale
wearing an anklet and
pretending to be sweet--
jasmine
or was that
honeysuckle
the smell is the same
cat and mouse games
lurking
waiting
motivated by money
sex
greed
infidelity
weaving webs of illusion
in the dark shadows
with promises of love
poison
ice picks
betrayal
she walks down the spiral
staircase into his arms
the sap that he is
truth laced with lies
kisses
promises
luring him in
what then?
a romantic comedy?
trapped
no way out
bleeding
fatalistic existentialism
with no one to trust
such are noirs
such is life.

4 comments:

  1. As a long time fan of film noir, I love this poem. It catches the dark mood and inevitable fatalism of the flawed characters. Nice work, Ms. Springs!

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    1. Thank you for taking the time to stop by to critique my writing. I do hope you'll continue to come on in. I am so new at this that everything is alluring and a tad scary at the same time. I too am drawn to noir. Noir is sure to be a backdrop in my writing as the characters and narrators in my stories see their lives spinning out of control. At different moments in our lives we can all presumably relate. Maybe other noir aficionados would be interested in this poem. Feel free to share. Maybe in another 20 years I can quit my day job.

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  2. Also the writing style, with its short (and often one word) lines, catches in words the same harsh impact that the sharp contrast in lighting brought to film noir. Nothing gushing or elegant flowing breeziness here. This poem brings a sharp slap to the face of the reader (in a wonderful way).

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  3. It's time for you to begin writing your own blog. You sound like a film noir expert or movie critic. Is it you I see on TCM offering commentary? Cheers to incompetent police, business partners who will cheat you, and lovers or spouses who cheat on you. Oh, and do you need a couple bucks for cab fare? Good luck you fool.

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