Armless Judy The Drunk
needs a hug but
guys expect her to be grateful
so she insults and knees
them when they get skeevy.
Angel on the nearest star
with love kept kind in a velvet box,
Made from Moon and Mallomars
too high to reach, too far to walk
(Sings Judy, head down on the bar.)
Armless Judy The Drunk
used to be Beautiful Judy
posed on the running board in a fur and tiara
laughing.
Yes I'll go for a ride with you, sir
around the Milky Way a while
and should we spin and fly and whirl
I'll take to the air with a smile, sir,
I'll fly there with a smile.
~~~~~
for The Sunday Muse.
The drunken life is a sad tale for sure, and steals so much from all around. I can feel that loss and sadness here, with a hint of satire to stir the drink. You always bring something amazing to the Muse my friend.
ReplyDelete"Armless Judy" Oh, how far we can fall living in the bottle. Love this poem
ReplyDeleteSo sad to see an angel fly too close to the ground, as Willie said. I find the second stanza heart-rending, tender and beautiful, despite the loss of arms...or was that wings. You certainly flew high with this image, regardless, and it lands itself perfectly with the bittersweet final lines.
ReplyDeleteI love the angel stanza best. So hard to watch the beauty fade into the bottom of a bottle. "I'll fly there with a smile".......so poignant.
ReplyDelete"Armless Judy" !!! That's amazing. What a brilliant pivot off the image. Abd "Made from Moon and Mallomars" is terrific.
ReplyDeleteOh Shay, what you hint at in the first stanza...
ReplyDeleteThis piece is tragic and carefree at the same time. Was it just the photo that inspired this?
Wow!
I love the direction you took with this prompt.
ReplyDeleteThe woman was made of flesh and blood and the poem showed that.
ReplyDeleteOh, this swings between exultation and the ground.
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