In The Jazz Club

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #421

Words:  empower, jazz, clash, beat, jive, cork, smoke, shoulder, electric, sway, mirror, pluck

Empowered by jive beat
of hypnotic jazz, she rose,
swayed to her own dance
through blue smoke. Night
was electric. In the faded
silver mirrors, candlelight
reflected–flames flickering
like ballet dancers. A stranger
plucked a rose from a vase,
and pinned it close to her
shoulder. She smiled. He was
beguiled, thought her a corker.
She might have given him
her number if only his clothes
didn’t clash so repugnantly.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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