Still – Life with Harlow and Lombard

I like to think of Harlow in
Her smiling way. That sweetness
That can bear such slight. It
Rises up red
From a bed
Of water in, the jungle.

While Gable laughs and laughs.
He laughs and laughs.

Then we see Lombard with naked
Feet. Feet that rub up feet.
Below a kitchen table in
The dawn of day.

While Gable laughs
And laughs.

5 thoughts on “Still – Life with Harlow and Lombard

  1. cricket August 2, 2015 / 9:01 pm

    “That can bear such slight. It” — “… such sly tit” — hilarious

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  2. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) August 2, 2015 / 11:54 pm

    You make me see it! 🙂

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  3. C.C. August 3, 2015 / 4:10 am

    “Feet that rub up feet”—not only do you make me see it, like Rosemary said, but you make me feel it too!!

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  4. glmeisner August 3, 2015 / 8:39 pm

    A very physical poem can feel parts of it.

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