Renee Marie

Rookie - 460 Points (Danbury, CT USA)

Terry's Black Skirt - Poem by Renee Marie

Terry, sweet Terry,
you darling dancing flirt;
you glide up and down
in that slit black skirt!

Oh Terry, sweet Terry,
your eyes scintillate.

You smile; never frown as you
negotiate!

Terry, dear Terry, I know you
never shall seem worn ‘cause

no matter what the cost,
sweet self thy shall adorn! Yes,

swaying and waltzing, and
primping with such glee then

teaching to be 'lady-like", she gave
the skirt to me!
Oh Terry, dear Terry;
I wonder if you knew

your slit black skirt
is just a closet billet-doux.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Working as a full-time public school Speech-Language Pathologist, I often collaborated with the school Psycholigists. This one women, Terry, was an immigrant from Albania. She was quite culturally diverse, very feminine yet assertive, almost brazen. She was a bit annoyed with me that I had no desire to make my wardrobe more feminine. She believed it would increase my 'power'. I was quite charmed by her perceptions and all the things I felt she didn't have the courage to discuss.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 6, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, September 3, 2012


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