The Alliteration of Skipper
She was an artist, according
to her tarot card, but we
all knew her as Skipper.
Her tresses were the colour
of rich, red bruised tomatoes,
falling in a slow saunter
of lilting curls that swayed and bounced
with each musical step.
Soulful, perhaps she was,
but she was a song without a lyric,
an exterior without substance,
and she skipped rope whilst chanting
a string of alliterations
that started with the letter S –
Our Skipper – she was silent
and sensuous, she was
a silhouette without a shadow.
Written to the Sunday Whirl Wordle #74
(c) Miskmask September 2012
It must be red-head week. I wrote a poem about red-headed dancer.
I like yours. Not only does it describe her physically but tells us of her character. Nice wording throughout.
It’s all the apples dropping off my trees, I reckon, that’s brought red to mind. Thanks for stopping by!
“a silhouette without a shadow” – amazing!
I love tarrot.
I have a small trouble with “skipper”, though. I know the word only as a sort of “ship captain”, but it somehow evades me here.
I like the way you whirled the words, and the image of tarrot cards intermingled in the picture
It’s an actual name for a girl, quite popular in the 70s. She also likes to skip (jump) rope; she’s a skipper, as in she skips rope.
Gorgeous writing here! I especially loved: “a song without a lyric,
an exterior without substance” and “a silhouette without a shadow.”
Thank you so very much for reading it, and I’m glad that you enjoyed it.
Misk, A nice little jaunt through those insidious words. Very expressive.
Skipper…the angel without a shadow just waiting…
I actually thought of Barbie’s little sister… as I was the tag-a-long, mostly unnoticed shadow in my youth. Sometimes still waiting…It’s a melancholy afternoon…
I’m here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-74stroll.html
Wow, your talent shines.