Open Poetry #47 |
Louise's Secret |
Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Louise's Secret I often wonder whatever happened to Harry. The first one you thought about when planning a gathering, the life of every party, the one you could count on to dance with a lonely lady, or bolster a fallen ego. There isn’t a woman in town whose heart didn’t skip at the sight of him and the men to be like him how they in vain did aspire. Then came the night when Harry met Louise. She in a backless dress of red and five-inch stiletto heels, coming through the door, chandellier earrings swaying walking to the music’s beat with a think you can handle it attitude the scent of Obsession wrapped around her like a seductive fog overpowering the stench of overflowing ashtrays and spilled whiskey. Harry froze on the spot, charmingly debonair as always but with mouth agape he was speechless at the sight. No one was surprised when once compusure was regained he walked up to her and led her to the dance floor without a word and she walked into his arms as if that's where she belonged. I often wonder but only they know what happened then. Soon after meeting they took off for parts unknown and the irresistible charmer Harry was never heard from again. It’s been rumored Louise had inherited a small fortune, from a father who had paid her little mind, and Harry was one who just got by, but how nobody knows. Louise came back to town awhile back dressed in what for her is conservative attire, her Louis Vuitton luggage looking as tattered as she does. Her hair once her crowing glory now shows a tad of gray, it’s lost its glorious sheen and lays limply on her pale shoulders. Day after day she stays within her dwelling, doesn't speak with anyone, has her simple fare groceries brought in, caretakers for the palatial property come and go and her porch light stays on all night. On rare occasion she's spotted on her balcony her head down, back to the world a more solitary figure this town has never seen. It appears that whatever happened to Harry is Louise’s take it to the grave secret, something we’ll always think and speculate about, but none of us will ever really know. because Louise, well. . . Louise isn't talking anymore. © Marcia MillerTwiford |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Marcia, I love this - what a great story. I was leaning in and soaking it up. Now, I am an Opium woman myself. But, I really love how you showed us Louise ... and I wonder, too, what happened to Harry! Alison |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Riveting, Marcia. I hardly know what to say, the images and story are so imbedded within my psyche. I see a novel here. Oh my yes indeed, my mind sees a full-blown novel here. If I write it would you allow me to put the poem in the front of the book? I am serious here, Marcia, right now at this moment, U see a novel. A novel I would not be used to writing, but one that I know I can write. Again I say, riveting. ~ Eggs and bacon, honeymoon style / What's honeymoon style? / Straight up and hard. ~ |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Hi Jerry, WOW. Thank you! I've written a follow-up short story titled, "Harry's Return," please read it and then Email me and we'll go from there. Here's the link: http://www.thewritingforum.net/html/marcia_miller-twiford_short_st.html |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Alison, thank you. There is a follow-up short story available at my website. You can use the link I left above for Jerry to access it. Hope you enjoy. |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
For those who are interested, a follow-up to this poem titled, "Harry's Return" is available at the link below: ]www.thewritingforum.net/html/marcia_miller-twiford_short_st.html] |
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