48 Crash

[Jerrybaldy]

She haunted her hotel room for three weeks that summer
overlooking the HOLLYWOOD sign.
She stood on her balcony,when needing some air
and held the H between finger and thumb.
Inside the dimly lit room,
Glen Miller was forever in the mood,
but the needle jumped more each day.
Room service squeaked the trolley in
daily at one thirty.
One waldorf salad and a screwdriver.
She would blow dark red kisses at the bellboy.
As he left each day, she would ask
'Whatever happened to Baby jane?'

She lit her cigarette ,
held chic in it's holder
and set her neck free of her boa.
Nails uncut for three weeks
tore ragged through the feathers.
Dropping her dress to the floor
she floated to the bathroom
pouring taps, lighting candles
and casting red petals afloat.
As she sank in the water
her cigarette died with a hiss.
She checked her watch.
One thirty.
The squeaking wheels arrived.
'Boy' she shouted,
clearing petals to expose.
The boy hesitated in the room,
small steps taking him to the bath.
Springing from the water
she pulled him back in,
holding his head underwater
by his bellboy hat.
When she let go he burst out
mouth open, sucking for air.
She clamped her mouth over his
and wrapped her legs around him,
long nails ripping his jacket,
candles flickering,
petals sticking to her skin.
From the room next door
Glen Miller was still in the mood.
Kiss done, she stood them both up
threw her hair out of her eyes
and instructed,
'Today I would like a pink gin'.

[dafydd manton]

I don't know how you do it, Mate, I really don't. Eroticism meets sleaze meets the forties. Superb balance in there, sir. Well done, Young Man, well done!!!! Mnk!!

By the way, love the new signature - one of my favourite poems ever!

[Delta40]

i don't know what to say about this poem. you have an ability to take the reader anywhere in your poems.

[Maryd.]

You are a fabulous story teller, my good sir. A masterpiece.

[Haunted]

This totally blew me away! Your writing shows greatness in Hollywood proportions, Jerry. Uh, so stylish and chic. *fanning my heavily powdered face*. May I make toast, to Jerry, Hollywood poet *clanging of pink gin glasses*

[Hawkman]

Yes this is good JB Very vividly written and evocative. The reader sees it all.

"The boy hesitated into the room" I think should read, "the boy hesitated in the room." which isn't much of a quibble :D Keep up the good work. Best H

[Jerrybaldy]

This is a thinly veiled tribute to Haunted. The 40's setting is a response to her 'love story' poem 'let’s take a trip
to September of 1948', which I loved. (48 crash)
Screw drivers are her tipple of choice (and the occasional pink lady)
There is a big clue on the second word of the first line.
The rest is poetic licence and my musing on the ethereal being and mind of Haunted.
Wouldnt normally explain so, but this is an ode and a tribute, so esoteric would not do.
Two haunted tributes in one night!
Raises a screwdriver to Haunted. Or a pink lady if that bloody bellboy would hurry up :)

[Haunted]

oh dear, I'm soooo honored. Seriously, thank you guys!!! *bow*

[blank|verse]

Very enjoyable. A great narrative that rattles along.

[Haunted]

As thank you I want to dedicate a poem. Jerry homed in on the year 1948 and crafted it to perfection with the setting, ambience and characterization. As a result we are entertained many times over by his amazing poetry and incredible Hollywood storytelling.


dedicated to Jerry


Love Story

let’s do something
different today

let’s take a trip
to September of 1948

let’s dress up
as a Hollywood couple

let’s do a stunt
and scale the steepest cliff

let’s pose for the camera
and kiss like there’s no tomorrow

let’s write our own script
of seduction, love, lust and betrayal

let’s rehearse our lines
for the riveting, tear jerking last scene

let’s give me your best acting
pretend you love me more than you love her

let’s make a pact
that you will not hold me back on my way down

~ by Haunted

[Maryd.]

OMG I am surrounded by so much talent, I could cry. Excellent Haunted.

[Haunted]

you're rubbing off on all of us! thanks dear :)

[Maryd.]

No my love you are already a star... You didn't need me... Mwah

[Haunted]

well, it's Hollywood and Jerry is the real star. The poem gets better each time I read it.

[Maryd.]

What quality, what style, what a gem Jerry is?

[Haunted]

don't let it get into his shiny head now :D

[Maryd.]

Too late... I think...

[Haunted]

I'm afraid you're right, his head will be twice as big tomorrow

[Maryd.]

He loves the attention... Then again so do we.... hee hee hee

[hillwalker]

Jerry, what a tour de force. Loved the poem; the picture it paints and the story it tells - and I can understand why Haunted is tickled pink by it. Wonderful...

[Jerrybaldy]

Daffy. thanks. I love that lawrence piece too. along with 'self pity'.
Delta. I hope having nothing to say is a good sign... ;)
Hawk. thanks. have taken your suggestion on board and edited.
Blank, thanks, am glad it seemed to rattle along as it got lengthy I worried about losing passengers.
Haunted and Mary. shucks. ( strikes a mysterious pose that makes him look a twat)
Haunted. thanks for your dedication, your Love story poem, I read over and over and love like no other.
Hill. thank you. I seek your opinion in every post, as do many I suspect and and grrrr when you miss some
best wishes all
Jerry

[dafydd manton]

It's fascinating coming back to a thread, and seeing, in amongst the self-deprecating banter, the sheer talent that this forum holds. Hats off to Jerry and Haunted.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hats off to Haunted. Madly inspirational NY Woman, not to be rescued, not to be held back.

[Haunted]

ah, I wrote a half-baked poem and Jerry, the inevitable poet laureate, took it to the next level.