© Katherine Forbes Photography
Used With Permission
Blue-Blooded Love
Needing a lift
to reach his lips
she stepped into
her wedged-heeled clogs,
taking extra care
to roll up the cuffs
of her slim-leg jeans,
two inches exactly,
so the back buckles —
a modern touch he liked —
might show some hint
of cream-smoothed
ankle he could unwrap
from its bindings.
Her Levis and leather
soft and buttery
yield to his attentions
most every time, just like that
first time his sneakered flat
feet met hers, toe to toe,
behind that corrugated staging
ground for their rendezvous.
Safe from moms' and pops'
and field hands' gaze,
even the window blind
to their nudgings, their kisses
burn another new cyanotype
onto the wall, holding them
fast to their promises.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
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I wrote this poem in response to today's One Shoot Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge at One Stop Poetry. Featured there is an interview with portrait photographer Katherine Forbes and the picture prompt that you see above.
Anyone may participate in the challenge. Go here to read the interview conducted by Chris Galford and then scroll down for instructions for the challenge. Be sure to add your link to share your poem or prose piece with the other contributors.
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18 comments:
hot. you love snuck out of sight, probably out of mind until its over and life moves on...
You know, I had the exact same thought when I looked at this picture...I saw her taking care to get the roll just right, etc.
:-)
One of the most arresting things about this photo is the juxtaposition of the platforms and the sneakers, and then the relative newness of the jeans with the old, aging background. But love doesn't care about juxtapositions. Good poem, Maureen.
the first line, got me going
needing a lift to reach his lips nice
Liked the detail of the levies and rolls. Hoping to be taken out of her shoes behind that shed. Great write!
Your focus on the details, the conscious decisions that went into her attire, made me look at the picture completely different than I had. Great poetry and interpretation, Maureen.
safe from mom and pop's gaze...that is youth remembered....bkm
Warm and sexy.
:)
Deft repainting of the image with words that shadow feelings like the shadowed print on the wall.
I liked the line "she needed a lift, to reach his lips" nice poem, as always.
Love your poetic detail, made me feel like I was there!
LOVE this!! Thank you so much for the beautiful words on my photo!!!
Xoxo,
Katherine
Nicely done. Your concrete images held me fast, all the way through.
I like especially the attention paid to her ankle.
very descriptive of the moment ...
The story told nicely..
I love the last three lines, Maureen! And how you handled the opening stanzas that bring out an image for me of a slow dance, focusing on their looks, their clothes. I like how you sustain the pace until their dance is sealed with a kiss. Thank you.
Great job, Maureen-- transmuting the images in the photo to the poem so beautifully...xxxxj
Loved your Poem. Here from SW and I'm following your lovely blog.
Shah X
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