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:
marlene dietrich... she's a legend.. i may sing lilli marlen in the pub one day... just haven't got her legs.. smiles
Love it!
Excellent work with a respectable rhyme. :)
What a great hat name. Who knew?
I really enjoyed this. You make it so easy to picture her.
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.
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. :)
This made me smile!
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!
Yes, Hannah. A pickelhaube is one of those spiked helmets.
A pickelhaube...not comfy but funky, royal, majestic. I want one.
Very nice! K.
Love this:
"Wore the darkest of mascara
And a bob blacker than that"
~Shawna
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Never heard that word before, and it gave the poem a terrific flair! Nice!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/01/19/black-words/
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...
That you even know, and can use the word "pickelhaube" in a poem makes me want to rend my garments! Hee hee.
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!
brilliant use of imagism, SP! ♥
now i vant to be alone...
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!
Love this one - and new word for Lynn!
she was a mysterious, classy dame wasn't she?
that song, and ohhh that song
that made me smile.
Smiling after reading this one.
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