| BLUE BEADS by Aurora Lewis |
In a mason jar propping open
The wood frame of a window
Blue beads a trophy on display
Had I seen them there sparkling?
He asked as I poured myself
A drink to cool me from the
Heat of love making
I stared at the beads shining
There in the moon’s light
Beads of varying shades of blue
How appropriate that they be
A color of sadness and pain
And still he asked me again
To be sure I had not missed them
Like asking me the time of day
As if a dancer's blue beads
Took prominence over
My wants and needs
A heart that was slowing
Cracking from the strain
Of loving a man who
Didn’t want or need my love
I conjured up images of
This blue bead dancer
A Salome-like creature
Hips and pelvis churning
Eyes enticing and alluring
Dancing just for him
And when I had left and she
Returned would he ask her
If she saw the broken heart
In the jar there in the window
Given to him by me?
The wood frame of a window
Blue beads a trophy on display
Had I seen them there sparkling?
He asked as I poured myself
A drink to cool me from the
Heat of love making
I stared at the beads shining
There in the moon’s light
Beads of varying shades of blue
How appropriate that they be
A color of sadness and pain
And still he asked me again
To be sure I had not missed them
Like asking me the time of day
As if a dancer's blue beads
Took prominence over
My wants and needs
A heart that was slowing
Cracking from the strain
Of loving a man who
Didn’t want or need my love
I conjured up images of
This blue bead dancer
A Salome-like creature
Hips and pelvis churning
Eyes enticing and alluring
Dancing just for him
And when I had left and she
Returned would he ask her
If she saw the broken heart
In the jar there in the window
Given to him by me?
Aurora M. Lewis recently
completed UCLA's Creative
Writing Certificate Program.
She returned to writing from
a 35-year hiatus after
surviving an erupted brain
aneurysm in 2005. Her
poetry and fiction can be
found in Dreamers' Reality,
the Battered Suitcase, Up
the Staircase and
Wordgathering.
completed UCLA's Creative
Writing Certificate Program.
She returned to writing from
a 35-year hiatus after
surviving an erupted brain
aneurysm in 2005. Her
poetry and fiction can be
found in Dreamers' Reality,
the Battered Suitcase, Up
the Staircase and
Wordgathering.
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