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Kitten Heels
by Terry OlynikShe claimed heritage to Pocahontas
And to patent leather kitten heels.
Professed to be a guilty girl
With immaculate tax returns.
Whatever tune was suggested
She'd spin Van Morrison to no protest.
Wearing her Clemente jersey to church
And her mother's pencil skirt bowling.
Seducing those she detested
Resisting those she did not.
On her unmade bed a lipstick viper
In tail-whip fury and surprise.
A fever dream dime store princess
A proud mother's denouement.
Steering clear-eyed adoration
Into pooled bloodshot remorse.
09/05/2013 Posted on 09/06/2013
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/06/13 at 01:11 PM Love this Terry. Quite the riviting poetic snapshot, with excellent choice of words and construction. |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 09/07/13 at 02:06 AM Wow. That 3rd stanza is a poem unto itself.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/07/13 at 10:19 PM This is really a treat - such stark contrasts laid out with unique descriptions. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/14/13 at 02:17 AM this is rich, vivid, full of such incredible images captured in efficient, delicious word combinations...if that makes any sense at all...amazing -- glad I was able to stop in and read it... |
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