Friday, January 20, 2012

Pickelhaube

The girl in the pickelhaube hat
Wore the darkest of mascara
And a bob blacker than that.

Her legs were long and smooth,
Hands clasped at her knee
As she sat upon a stool for some quick photography.

Now, gone is the girl
And gone is old Berlin;
But her grand-niece has the pickelhaube,
And her easy smile, again.
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for dverse Meeting The Bar--Imagism

21 comments:

Claudia said...

marlene dietrich... she's a legend.. i may sing lilli marlen in the pub one day... just haven't got her legs.. smiles

cosmos cami said...

Love it!
Excellent work with a respectable rhyme. :)
What a great hat name. Who knew?

liv2write2day said...

I really enjoyed this. You make it so easy to picture her.

hedgewitch said...

I think I've told you before how I love this old World War I soldier's ballad, as I heard it sung in the folk coffeehouses of my youth, as a sort of folk song..it has that classic quality, once heard never forgotten. Nobody does it like Marlene though...what a beautiful smoky voice. Your poem is a warm look at how some important things may change, yet never really go away, and the image of the lamplight, the hat and the smile is incandescent.

Ravenblack said...

Marvelous, I felt that the beauty of the first girl is still present and somehow passed to her grand niece. There's a celebration in that. :)

Mama Zen said...

This made me smile!

Hannah Stephenson said...

Heirlooms in body and possessions...

Now, is this a pickelhaube?? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pickelhaube

I was picturing some very chic little cap, not this! But very interesting, indeed!

Fireblossom said...

Yes, Hannah. A pickelhaube is one of those spiked helmets.

Scarlet said...

A pickelhaube...not comfy but funky, royal, majestic. I want one.

manicddaily said...

Very nice! K.

Shawna said...

Love this:

"Wore the darkest of mascara
And a bob blacker than that"

~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com

charleslmashburn said...

Never heard that word before, and it gave the poem a terrific flair! Nice!

http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/19/black-words/

Brian Miller said...

nice...you learned me a new word...nice capture of her...and the carry forward to her new generation...oh the things we pass on...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

That you even know, and can use the word "pickelhaube" in a poem makes me want to rend my garments! Hee hee.

Beachanny said...

What a beauty! What a song! She was more than cabaret, she even had a mad fling with John Wayne! Wow, could she hunt and shoot!

myheartslovesongs said...

brilliant use of imagism, SP! ♥

now i vant to be alone...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This poem zipped me back and forth through time - the spirit of Dietrich lives on in every brave bold woman, unafraid to wear a spiked hat!

Lynn said...

Love this one - and new word for Lynn!

Rene Foran said...

she was a mysterious, classy dame wasn't she?

that song, and ohhh that song

ellen abbott said...

that made me smile.

Lolamouse said...

Smiling after reading this one.