Dreaming of Hollywood

This week I have posted a piece of poetry, a villanelle.

It reminds me of sitting in a hot, dark bar in San Salvador wondering why was I there. At the time, the country was in turmoil with rumours of a civil war.

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Dreaming of Hollywood

When we met in September’s heat one lonely night.
They were playing soft Jazz in the Bertolt Brecht bar
Where she was sipping mojitos under a flickering light.

She licked her sulky red lips, her dress smooth and white
She asked me to drive her somewhere, anywhere not far
When we met in September’s heat one lonely night.

The jazz switched to Latin and couples were holding tight
I said let’s Salsa and away from drinking at the bar
Where she was sipping mojitos under a flickering light.

She uncrossed her legs, her bare thighs flashing in the light
What happened here? And she caressed my facial scar
When we met in the September’s heat one lonely night

I said, it’s a reminder over a woman I lost in a fight
We could go to a room, she smiled and I lit up my cigar
Where she was sipping mojitos under a flickering light.

She purred, and asked me politely to pay for her flight
As she spoke of her dreams of being a Hollywood star
When we met in September’s heat one lonely night
Where she was sipping mojitos under a flickering light.

Just Another Day

The prompt from our writing group was; “It started out as just another day.”

Try a Villanelle piece of poetry, someone suggested.

“”Villanelle, also known as villanesque^[1], is a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets followed by a quatrain. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines. The villanelle is an example of a fixed verse form””

Here is my contribution:

Just Another Day

It started out as just another day
Travelling to work seated on the bus
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away

My heart leapt and mind raced, what should I say?
She shuffled in her seat making a fuss
It started out as just another day

Please don’t start chatting, I silently pray
Her phone won’t work and she mumbles a cuss
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away

She shrugs and grins, and asks me if she may
Borrow my mobile to call her bumbling boss
It started out as just another day

I thought no! and said please nothing to pay
Whatever he said, she couldn’t give a toss
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away

She was sacked from her job, no work that day
I held her hand, it’s now the two of us
It started out as just another day
She smiled, and her eyes took me far away.

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