EDENBRAY in EXILE – 46 – she was

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays

… … …

She was …

she was 2

She was

Caught between two schools, or stools,

Of thought and age, of custom and practice,

Wrested from her sex, hers and the image

Her culture and influence, shocking!

Amy’s tallow flickered in the half light

Of obscurity and fame, never to blame,

Like a candle that was losing oxygen, 

Passion, control, will or shapeless form

She was beef or mutton fat smeared

Her broken notes, her Jewish nose,

Her tumbled hair taught, ripped clothes

Scarred, branded, tossed – she cared

Her pretty breasts worn – she bared

Like her coloured voice, she hung out

In Vermillion with lace, poisoned by grace

Mounted tall those sensational legs,

Just postmen’s pegs by the trippings

And we saw her bare and rare, a rose

Poured out, champagne flute tumbling

Proud, firm, sex-full, hard and glistening

Every dry eye in the place erect, listening

Some, those haters, never tried even whistling

She broke in the wind, fermenting, barley laden

All too late, the pearls, the taxi, the applause

When laid to rest she sang Ava Maria, we cried

She was …

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she was
Proud, firm, sex-full, hard and glistening

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#Authors Note – Edenbray promised a few fireworks, a couple of trailing, shooting stars, a lightening show, a rumble of thunder and skyrockets – yes, he promised skyrockets – a fanfare, a crescendo – in these 5 final submissions to my 2nd Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays.

This piece seeks to capture the essence, the raw appeal, the creative kernel of an exceptional, performing artist whose flirtation with life burned itself out far too early. Amy Winehouse’s talent and a tendency to drift towards her own personal dependencies constantly threw her into the limelight, like a moth that is drawn toward the light for both creative and ultimately detrimental reasons. Having grown and developed through all the hard work and those complex, creative stages, she finally reached her time to blossom and perform but it was all, far too short lived.            ~      edenbraytoday

 

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . Edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist - since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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