A shopping shark shimmers
In the city centre seize
Picking off the bargains
With a practised, fluid ease
Plastic card whispers
As designer bags fill
Parades her Prada handbag
Like a hunter with his kill
A Starbucks and a breather
On the corner of the square
Sips a skinny latte
And restyles a wayward hair
Then uncurls from her table
Like a languid, waking cat
Adjusts her perfect hemline
Shakes a sunbeam from her hat
So graceful on stilleto heels
She negotiates the square
The minnows part and shoal around
Parfum, lingers, on the air.
This good... This is poetry, a painting of a lady gone shopping. Your words really come alive....i like this very much. Your are no doubt, a true poet. Nice imagery. Please do read mine and leave a comment/criticism. A picture and Written at midnight hour...thanks
I would change the word perfume to parfum! lol..more classy and French! I could almost smell the faint whiff..whoa, down, fellas!
So you've seen her too eh......it's the Parfum that lingered on the air, that really got you....and the way she knew her bottom swayed as she walked away........
Has an exceptional flow to it. She brings to mind P. Hilton or one of the Kardashians. Excellent write, quite vivid and cleverly crafted. tfs
Such a lot of things they buy, in the incessant search for happiness! Another gem! Tom
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey my comment did work!