The Stranger

The Stranger

A Poem by icelandicblue

Rattle-skin boots sauntered into
town minutes before the sun
broke out of the east. Her hair
flowed like liquid copper.

Her nonchalant gait was accompanied by
an incandescent shadow that danced in anticipation.
Everyone knew something was coming
on the static charged air.

Houses emptied
their denizens onto verandahs
and lesser front stoops.

She set her sights on the rebel boy
feigning indifference as he toyed with
the pineapple knocker of an old
door that was sliced
symmetrically by the sunlight.

She could compel the most ardent
naysayers with her whiskey soaked
voice and sapphire eyes.

She smiled,

smokey sensuality
seeped through his stubborn
barricade steeping him in a visceral
heart lock with the velocity of lightening.

Without words she took his hand and he
understood the reason for this surreal
encounter. He began to speak but
she shh'd him with her finger.

They began to walk toward the horizon
when she broke the silence in a soft papery
French accent, " I am Amour,
but you already knew that, non?"

© 2013 icelandicblue


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this is blissfully unique in appearance and presentation. you have some delicious role reversal herein which tickles my fancy and creates a lovely story of imagination and love. i absolutely adore this poem! especially, the finish...hollywood wishes they were that good!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the unique comment; that really makes me smile. Sometimes I have no control ov.. read more
quinfinn

11 Years Ago

it is great!



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I knew not to wear my hat in New York, No need for spurs there, But I wish I had my horse so I could runaway....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Hello Blue,

Aggressively romantic like an orange sun unwilling to hand the dusk to a jealous moon.
Great work.

Always,

Matthew
A.

Posted 10 Years Ago


icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

Hi Matthew-

You write the most gorgeous poetic comments. Thanks so much.
I like this poem. A very nice set-up for a very good ending. When a woman know what she want. Poor man had no chance. The good description made the situation come alive in vision. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

You are too kind. I am happy that you found the images to be vivid and the story to be worth telling.. read more
down past the square, shushed he'd given his hand ,hers tender, his callused more paw then hand, down narrow stairs braced with bricks,smoke,and a wall of fiddle music.Hand in Hand she wove him through the mass,boots smooth on hardwood floors. In the narrow middle ground a space opened up Vassar Clement took control. Vassar must of been fifty fifty-two,he looked older but play....she held her catch, and he was obliged.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Hello! I like your prop work in this story. Thanks for reading.
Just awesome poetry here... with not being cheesy I hope, but what a mysterious piece, of wording into a final truth. It just open all the senses to a reader, especially on your ending. I felt it deeply, I found this perfection.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you Elisa,

I look forward to your poetic comments. I am happy that you enjoyed t.. read more

11 Years Ago

So so true, the endings, are mostly more important than anything, aslo the beginnings, in between it.. read more
Once more I find myself lost and happily so deep within your words. As if you hold the finest of brushes and the steadiest of hands as you paint a captivating portrait with your thoughts and ideas. Very nice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Why Jack- thank you very much. I am honored by your kind words.
Beautiful your description of the western town and the sultry stranger, my attention was drawn to the rebel boy. It only means that no matter how stone-cold you are, love shows no mercy. And once love finds you, everything that once was, will never be. This is an eccentric write and brilliant at that.


Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Maryanne,

Thank you so much for visiting and commenting. I appreciate the kind words an.. read more
Androglossia

11 Years Ago

You're very welcome!
so romanitic!!!
Je parle français moi-même:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Megara

11 Years Ago

oui, les deux sont merveilleux:)
icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

d'accord.
Megara

11 Years Ago

:)
A unique poem with "parfait" detail.

Posted 11 Years Ago


DogDrawler

11 Years Ago

If there's any chance, you need help with it. I would gladly teach you.
icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you, that is very kind.
This comment has been deleted by the poster.
I got as far a her hair flowed like liquid copper and subscribed, incredible energy running through this one, loved how it ended in a proverbial french Kiss.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Oh thank you so much. I am happy that you liked the liquid copper image- I like that one too. I appr.. read more

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