Poems ✍️

Tawny beige, young fox...
carries her arrogance well,
poisingly... upon narrowed wood
so dexterous, so 'smooooth',
she could hold a Waterford flute
brimming with finest White
'tween thumb and lean fore-finger,
holding court with her audience,
spellbound, as her Cahristian Louboutins
gently tap the the first soft threads-
of a plush Koket runway.
so narrowly working her strut
as if on a Ringling tight rope,
and, with a look-away wink
''very savoire-faire'', one whispers;
not a drop of wine
lost from her glass.

No Gaultier Catwalk just yet,
this be just mere prologue
to an attitude dripping
hubrisly,
poutingly;
stare-down damn angrily,
passing the concourse
of all that's en vogue,
strutting... stamping
toe over toe -
smiling inside... such paradox.

Dramas' never seen the likes of her before,
Marie Claire and Elle hold your breath;
Donna Keran, do you really love New York?
Tomorrows new fox in brass has arrived!




FjR-MMXV