While The Devil Sleeps

 


Even the devil has to sleep some time,

dozing by the inferno, daring a red-lipped smile.

Let's dance, though the downstairs neighbors bang the broomstick.

Let's wear sequins and furs, hats as big as platters,

and take the train with our big brown bags.

Put an air on, try an accent, we're beautiful don't you see?

We will land like birds on a fountain in a square

to sing ourselves as Whitman would, while the devil sleeps. 

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for Sunday Muse #143, where I am hosting. Join us!

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  1. This is so much fun. I love it. <3

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  2. I have always imagined myself a '40s glamour gal ... your poem describes her to a "T" ....

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  3. It is rare that I can describe a poem as fabulous, but today I can! Wonderful, fabulous, wild fun and I LOVE it!!!!!

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    1. Thank you, Carrie. I might not be writing at all these days if not for Muse.

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  4. Catching the devil asleep! What wonderful, delicious, wildness ensues. It's devil-may-care time! YAY

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    1. And don't forget the pets, they like to dance, too!

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  6. That red-lipped smile! Singing ourselves as Whitman would. Just wonderful. Always a treat to read you, my friend.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry. I hope your move is going smoothly.

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  7. Gotta keep that devil down in the hole, Shay — cause when he wakes up, he is gonna be well rested. https://youtu.be/2UbqFJuptvE

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    1. Love that whole "Frank's Wild Years" album. "Cold Cold Ground" and the rhumba number are my favorites but the whole thing is great.

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  8. Like birds on a fountain!!! This is a heart-tugger. Nicely done.

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  9. Appear carefree! For appearances are everything. Excellent!

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  10. I started to copy and paste some of my favorite lines, but then realized Iwould be pasting most of this poem into my comment.

    Wowzer (as usual).

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  11. A whirl and a dance of a poem, Shay. It celebratrs both that moment in time when "the devil slept" and women began to free themselves from the cultural constraints of a centuries-old patriarchal stranglehold, and the personsl joy we can find in our own autonomy. I love the flourish of birds at the end.

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    1. Yes indeed, women cut their long hair and started carrying hip flasks. It was a new day, and shocking to granny!

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  12. I love all of that. What we might dare while the Devil sleeps, our own negativity holding way, way too much of us hostage.

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  13. Oh I love this. Party while the devil sleeps. I would like to dance the broomstick across a few ceilings. :)

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  14. Nice combination of '40's film noir style and 'Leaves Of Grass'

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    1. Thank you, but I'm thinking more screwball comedy than noir.

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  15. while the devil sleep, mischievousness on the run...fun take...

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  16. This is so much fun! Wait, I will get m broomstick!

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