Nightly Flirtation
Lots of things make a stripper blush.
I noticed a pause in her sway.
Don’t look away, it’s just a crush.
She knew his life at home was such
that he came to the club to pay.
Lots of things make a stripper blush,
it’s touching is all, mood so lush,
I tipped extra for her birthday.
Don’t look away, it’s just a crush,
I think. Love today? Not so much
unless I somehow make him stay,
lots of things make a stripper blush.
My wife hates when I’m in a rush,
slow down, she says, you’re turning grey.
Don’t look away, it’s just a crush,
just a hint when our gazes touch.
Should we go somewhere, come what may?
Lots of things make a stripper blush,
don’t look away, it’s just a crush.
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No commentary? I kind of wanted some.
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This is such an unusual poem. I love the cadence of it.
It’s a (slightly modified) villanelle.
Elizabeth Bishop would dig this.
They say there is no place for such form poems in the modern world. They say all kinds of stupid things. There is proof that form poetry and contemporary can be the same thing right here in your villanelle. I loved it, well done. Not an easy form to get right, but you’ve done it.
Traditional verse forms keep me grounded. Without them, there would be no basis on which the rhythmic elements of free verse could build.
Thanks for the comment, it’s much appreciated.