Friday, May 27, 2011

John Wayne



two squinting painted eyes
looking solemn on a leathery face.

this knight of the golden age
has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat
atop his slicked-back coif.
what thoughts hide under there?

no matter,
with muscular thighs squeezing the stomach,
of a well-groomed,
well tanned,
Hollywood horse.
with his pink silk shirt,
and his leather vest
and his neckerchief to one side,
and one fist asserting dismay
while grazing the hip-pocket
of his leather pants,

he is a manly figure.
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9 comments:

  1. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMay 27, 2011 at 1:06 PM

    you have brought the character to life.
    vivid description,
    enjoyed it.
    Cheers.

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  2. AnonymousMay 27, 2011 at 3:46 PM

    You have really captured the photo with words. Wonderful job!

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  3. bttrflyscarMay 28, 2011 at 3:15 AM

    thanks all.

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  4. Michelle WallaceMay 28, 2011 at 5:12 AM

    You've captured the essence of the man in a well crafted poem ! Well done !
    And thanks for popping by my blog !
    ~MISH~
    http://writer-in-transit.co.za

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  5. andymac89May 28, 2011 at 8:37 AM

    John Wayne seems to be a popular subject to derive from this prompt. I'm no expert but why have I seen nothing of Clint Eastwood in these tales. :-D (Laughing) A brilliant write and very fitting of the prompt.

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  6. Ginny BrannanMay 28, 2011 at 7:26 PM

    I liked your take on the photo, your very descriptive observations.
    no matter, indeed!! :-)

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  7. AnonymousMay 30, 2011 at 4:50 AM

    I really enjoyed how you captured the character in the image

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  8. AnonymousMay 30, 2011 at 11:49 AM

    It is John on the picture, the icon of cowboy movies, and you decribed him very well here :)

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  9. bttrflyscarMay 31, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    :) appreciate the reading!

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