Today’s Prompt: Write a poem inspired by the Noir novels/movies of the mid-20th century. Personally, I really liked this topic/prompt – but then I always was a sucker for the combination of a romance, saxophone and mist… You’re never quite sure how those old black-and-white movies will end – will it be happily or will it be tragic? I guess you have to wait ’till the Fat Lady sings (although perhaps the Fat Lady’s actually curvaceous and lithe)…
By Angel Dawson
The moon shines down on the sleeping city
And glows on Tony’s Bar.
The soulful strains of a sax playing “Misty”
Hitch a ride on the breeze from afar.
The neon sign flickers and splutters out
As Tony kills the light switch;
He thinks of Holly and her pretty red pout
Then his thoughts turn to Screwdriver Mitch.
On Friday nights Holly sings, all breathless,
Her svelte frame swathed in black.
In a velvet sheath, bejeweled and backless,
Gold silk spills down her ivory back.
Tony and Holly go back a long time,
Long before this cold, dark place.
He knows he will give her his every last dime,
As he thinks back to the curves of her face.
But Screwdriver Mitch put an end to all that,
When he saw Holly singing.
At six foot four, with a scar and a hat,
His presence was perpetually stinging.
Tony turns round for one long, last look
As Present melts into Past.
They’ve made a plan, and their tickets are booked,
They’re leaving this old, cold town fast…
There you have it – let me know what you think! Do you think it captured the Noir essence?
I know I am a day behind so will be making a double-post to catch up – after all, 30 days must produce 30 poems… This weekend will also see a few more changes to my site – I got lots of tips and suggestions from friends this week so will be putting some into action.