The Stranger

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?"

Reviews

[quinfinn]

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!!!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for the unique comment; that really makes me smile. Sometimes I have no control over what I write, I swear. Ideas dance like demons in my head until I exorcise them on paper (so to speak). This particular one was a fiendish one that wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it.

[quinfinn]

it is great!

[Sami Khalil]

I agree with the other reviewers . This is a great write and unique...Thank you for penning...:)

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for reading.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Pete Langley]

The drama you`ve created in this piece crackles with static, the words building the charge. I also like the sardonic thread of humour sewn into the scene. Beautifully drawn. P.

[icelandicblue]

Hello!
Nice to meet you. I am happy that you found beauty and humor in the poem. I appreciate the visit.

[Pete Langley]

My absolute pleasure, Blue. P.

[KAOlmsted]

Holy cats, dude...this is amazing. I was holding my breath the entire time. I loved every word...the scene you created with each is nothing less than magical. Brava...

[icelandicblue]

Thanks kimmer. I am slowly working my way to a short story and I have you to thank for that.

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure...

O.O Me?? Really?? Awesome...I can't wait to read it!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, electricity abounds in this piece..mystery, romance...perspective that oozes sensuality...

love it.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks jacob, I'm happy this one snapped, crackled and popped for you.

[Frieda P]

Unique write...I love her urgency and he's nonchalance here in your mini saga, painted a lovely picture.

'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.'

Great verse, I very much enjoyed this one.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Frieda for the kind words.

[Frieda P]

My pleasure, much enjoyed the switch up of scenarios in this one, she was the 'white knight in shining armor' so to speak in rattle skin boots. :-)

[Distant horizons]

Very nicely written. This has such a soft, whispered feel to the whole piece. Great ending, or is it a new beginning??? :-)

[icelandicblue]

I like the angle in which you see this! Thanks so much.

[Distant horizons]

:-)

[Dr. Wood ?]

mysterious and compelling read...brilliant shot of life

[icelandicblue]

Hi Dr. Wood,

Thanks and I am happy you found a bit of mystery in it.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Love the piece, it is vivid and visual rich writing. It could be more good if you make it in short story we can expand the horizon of Amour. :) Great write.

[icelandicblue]

Hi,

Thanks for commenting. It does have more of a short story feel to it than a poem.

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Yeah I agree :) it is exquisite.

[R. L. Ives]

I liked this reading this. Love personified - she wears rattle-skin boots, is smokin hot and commands the attention of everyone, but is interested in the one pretending not to Notice her. Don't look for love and she will find you.

[icelandicblue]

I like your interpretation very much R.L. I have no idea where those boots came from.

[R. L. Ives]

I pictured this whole thing as I read it. The imagery was very clear.