Image via http://www.sxc.hu
We were cigar-smoking sylphs,
we were angst-ridden waifs,
not quite role-model material
We were The Clash and The Cure,
Lena-Lovich demure,
but never Nirvana funereal
We were Flashdance and Fame,
we were Grease, Purple Rain,
not Dolly-sweet 9 to 5vers
We were Wham, All That Jazz,
Chorus Line razzmatazz,
Saturday Night Fever survivors
We were pathological humour,
the kohl-girls of rumour,
but never drug-addled chic
We were Dark Side of the Moon
and Kate Bush la lune,
living The Dreaming mystique
We were polka-dot punkers,
Spandau Ballerinas,
not tattooed suicide-grunge,
Twisted Sister crazies,
You were Thelma, I, Louise
But,
in the end,
only you
took that plunge
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Amazing – you are so talented. This poem is so invigorating in a strange, contradictory way – I love it!
Wow, Julie – thanks for this wonderful compliment!
I agree the poem is amazing. So many images.
But I wonder with a little horror what “The Plunge ” could be.
Thanks BB
John
Thanks, John – ‘the plunge’ refers to the ending of the movie ‘Thelma and Louise’ (they choose to drive off a cliff together) but in a metaphorical way and is really about the choices we make in life
I. too, was a kohl-girl.
Occasionally, I still am.
I loved this 🙂 My story too. (All expect the plunge bit)
Cheers, Kate, from one survivor kohl-girl to another 😀
Excellent poem. I love the phrase ‘kohl-girls’ – that’s what it was like. However, when one plunges into the deep musical chasm of Twisted Sister there is no going back. It’s a vortex, I tell you. A vortex….
Haha – thx, Selma – how many parents, through the ages, have repeated that phrase, “Turn that racket down!!!”? 😀
What a fine read to end my day with…a long day for various reasons…but this was a good nightcap. 🙂
Cheers, Charles 😀 – hope Easter Sunday brings some relaxation
Loved this, BB! Brought back a few memories for me. 😀
Thanks, Nancy 😀 – we share some common history across the miles
haha – brilliant poem and I want those boots 🙂 This poem rings many bells for me – in so many ways. Love the dark thread through the poem, ending with what could be interpreted as the darkest of endings. Happy Easter bb!
Haha – the caption for the boot photo on sxc.hu is ‘Stompety, Stomp’, hehe.
Thanks, Gabe. Happy Easter to you and your family 😀
Wow, I can relate to the (musical) stages of growing up and becoming the adult that/who I am! Great write, Bb! Btw – great boots!!! The straps remind me of the brace I had to wear for a while (although it didn’t do the job, lol!)
Thanks, Adee – the boots are something else, aren’t they? 🙂
Re the braces, does that mean that your leg hasn’t healed yet? 😦
Loved the imagery – my youth flashed before me once more! Thanks
Thx, Gfb 😉
I feel an Eighties hallucination coming on!
Love it.
Though I confess, I do like Dolly Parton 🙂
Haha – a big-hair hallucination, perhaps? 🙂 Thx, Tilly (Dolly is a lady to be admired, but country & western music just doesn’t do it for me)
so many great images in this poem…I really love it
Thanks, Jo 🙂
Those boots are sacry!!!! 🙂 I’m finally catching up but will have to come back and comment later on other posts. Thanks for your patience! 🙂
They are, hehe 🙂 Please don’t feel you have to come here and comment, Elizabeth. What I write is definitely not widely appealing and I read and comment on your blog because I enjoy it, not because I expect you to do the same
Oh how i loved The Cure. Though Sean Penn’s depiction of a Robert Smith type character in his latest movie is almost enough to put me off them. Damn you Sean Penn.
Dark Side of the Moon is such a classic. Great taste in music bluebee
Robert Smith’s quirky voice is one of a kind 🙂 I haven’t seen the Sean Penn movie yet but from the stills think he looks more like Ozzy.
Thanks, Nursemyra
Holy cow – the boots!! Great poem, Bluebee; you take me with you.
Holy cow, indeed, Monica 😀 Thx
Great poem, wonderful eighties memories 🙂
Thanks, Nicola 🙂