Sunday, January 16, 2011

Blue-Blooded Love (Poem)

© 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

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.


Brian Miller said...

hot. you love snuck out of sight, probably out of mind until its over and life moves on...

Fireblossom said...

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.


Glynn said...

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.

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

the first line, got me going
needing a lift to reach his lips nice

Anonymous said...

Liked the detail of the levies and rolls. Hoping to be taken out of her shoes behind that shed. Great write!

dustus said...

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.

signed...bkm said...

safe from mom and pop's gaze...that is youth remembered....bkm

Ruth said...

Warm and sexy.


hedgewitch said...

Deft repainting of the image with words that shadow feelings like the shadowed print on the wall.

Gigi Ann said...

I liked the line "she needed a lift, to reach his lips" nice poem, as always.

Recovered Zombie said...

Love your poetic detail, made me feel like I was there!

Katherine said...

LOVE this!! Thank you so much for the beautiful words on my photo!!!

Cassandra Frear said...

Nicely done. Your concrete images held me fast, all the way through.

I like especially the attention paid to her ankle.

S. Etole said...

very descriptive of the moment ...

Anonymous said...

The story told nicely..

Alegria Imperial said...

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.

jen revved said...

Great job, Maureen-- transmuting the images in the photo to the poem so beautifully...xxxxj

shah wharton said...

Loved your Poem. Here from SW and I'm following your lovely blog.

Shah X