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In a bright corner by the bone china, Marilyn
lives on the easel. A summer sheen on her face,
those lips and hips lured both lion and weasel.
Marilyn, stroked against a canvas sea roiling
in emerald and midnight blue conspiracy.
Eyelids half closed, keening
making you look as she leans, breathless,
flecked with innocence, as close
to immortality as a pinup saint can get.
© by Kay Day.
Used with the author's permission.
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Painting by Leilani Leo, Jacksonville, Florida artist
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Kay Day is one of those writers who does it all--poetry, memoir, nonfiction, journalism, technical . . . you name it, she writes it--and does it well. Former host of a blog that focused on life and politics in the USA, she currently hosts a blog focusing on lesser-known stories: UnderCovered at Patreon. Kay is a former columnist for the The Writer Magazine, the author of two books, and her work has appeared in numerous magazines and anthologies. She has won awards for poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. A former South Carolinian now living in Jacksonville, Florida, she is a frequent guest lecturer at schools and political and book events.
 
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barbsteff:
"by the bone china/summer sheen/stroked against a canvas sea/she leans, breathless/flecked with innocence"
What wonderful word choices, evocative of Marilyn's sensuality.
Posted 05/31/2017 01:20 PM
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pwax:
Well crafted poem. Nice internal rhyme. You captured her.
Posted 05/31/2017 11:16 AM
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Michael:
Dear Kay,
This was a life which ended far too soon. Thank you for reminding us of one who had so much to offer but who lives on through the brush and pen.--Michael
Posted 05/31/2017 10:54 AM
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Lori Levy:
Great last line--"as close/to immortality as a pinup saint can get."
Posted 05/31/2017 10:48 AM
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