The sun dangled low in that dust-choked town,
just like the eyes of the folks all around
on that day when the stranger rolled in from the east.
Low whispers that murmured his name called him Beast.
The scars on his skin worn like medals of war
but it’s what he kept hidden that frightened us more.
The bartender froze as he watched the saloon
fall prey to the spell, like stars courting the moon
The stranger just stood there, his hand on his hip
His eyes warned us all… don’t you give me no lip.
From under his stetson, he eye-balled the place
bad life and dark shadows etched deep in his face.
We all coulda died there, that hot April day
cause the evil that lurked stole all breath away.
Only the fans from the ceiling above
dared make a noise. Then he slapped down a glove
on the bar. Let me tell ya, my heart skipped a beat
Even ants ran for cover out into the street.
It felt like a million light years had gone by
when finally that Beast made a move, blinked his eye.
He nodded his head to a bottle of Jack
Bartender poured it, sweat beads down his back.
We all took a breath, and a big shot of booze
'cause we knew if it happened…. we knew we'd all loose.
Whiskey and bourbon and smoke filled the air
those who were standing looked ‘round for a chair
cause everyone knew this nite would never end
'til that stranger moved on 'round the next dusty bend.
I remember it well. It was one for the books.
How a man could stop time without words… with just looks.
The sound of her heels on the street claimed the nite
the woman in red - who gives blind eyes their sight.
Her scent filled the air, like a flower in June
her eyes like two gems, carved right out of the moon.
Sashaying her way to the bar…. and the Beast
We all closed our eyes, said a prayer at least.
But prayers and wishes, she needed them not
this dame claimed more hearts than pure gold could have bought.
From under long lashes, her gaze stole the floor
red lips slightly parted. We just evened the score.
A showdown in dust town this hot April Day
Believe me, I tell ya, it happened this way….
Her skin was like velvet…her hair like spun gold
Beautiful, dangerous, sassy and bold.
She sat on the stool beside him that day
and somehow her smile chased his evil away.
From under his hat, his eyes said “hello”
but what she said back, we will never know.
She lifted her gown, with red nails, to her thigh
Black garter and stockings….this dame wasn’t shy.
I guess we all knew how this story would end,
and that stranger would never go ‘round the next bend…
She knew what she wanted from this Beast in the nite,
with cigarette in hand, “hey handsome, got a light?”
(c) Kay O’Hara
Dare of the Day! In any given moment, choose to DO what excites you most! Of all the opportunities presented to you, choose that which brings you the most joy. Do it, I dare you!
Kisses, Kay xoxo
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**Upon leaving Vancouver, and the home where my son was born :)
Silence sneaking down the hall,
shadows creeping up the wall.
drafty corners, emtpy, bare
memories stir with glassy stare
as crying eyes caress this place,
trembling tongue licks tears from face
tears for years now dead and gone,
tears for fears that fled from dawn.
laughter, in this room, once dwelled
rejoicing, from the rooftop, yelled.
now solitude, it’s mistress new,
vibrant hues… replaced with blue
ghosts that haunt beneath the stairs
"Boo!" no more, cause no one cares
Scarlet’s Web now hangs in peace,
delighted that the cleanings cease.
Around the mantle, stories told
of life, yet now the hearth grows cold.
A garden where the orchids grew,
slippery toes from morning’s dew.
midnight moons that lit my path…
thru windows… evening’s bubble bath.
Mountains that were once my home
thru trails and trees my thoughts could roam.
I wonder if the rain, I’ll miss?
each morning, woke me with it’s kiss…
fresh and new, and sultry wet.
it healed, it washed away regret.
it soaked me every time, on cue.
to sweet raindrops, I bid adieu.
Lingering scent of perfume dies
as heart screams out its last good-byes.
Lifetimes lived within these walls…
Now memories weep within these halls.
with blood, my heart has inked this tale
I leave… a whiter shade of pale
I call her “Cheep”. She’ll soon wake up from her winter nap :)
time, it gently whispers…. in those melancholy tones
midnight rain still soaks my skin… ignores my crying bones
an aching rises up… breathing life… the pain runs sharp
bittersweet remembrance…of that tune on Orpheus’ harp
the midnight oil that burned so bright, the stars did take a bow
as kingdom earth and all within, bore witness to our vow
that moment when all life fell still, when angels dared to sing…
as heaven gathered up our dreams, sent forth on spurious wing
time, it softly wanders thru the channels of my mind…
up and down the corridors of passion left behind.
Thru darkened corners… cold, damp halls… thru windows left ajar,
the evening breeze takes flight with trust to mystic lands afar.
the willow weeps one final tear, the orchid wilts and dies.
The moon casts down a deathly hue…. the tides refuse to rise.
A sonnet’s verse falls off the page… unto the hardwood floor
like poetry in motion, finds escape thru open door.
time, it blindly stumbles into lifetimes not yet spent…
where it lounges in it’s misery….. alas, such sweet torment