Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Mag 97, 12/27/11 Flare





Image: Bert Stern                                        









On a slab
frozen rigid
too full, too bright.


Buried in laughter,
and cascading glitter,

she waves zealously
at the troops.

Did she survive-
a child asks worried,
or die from lock jaw?

with bombs bursting,
all around inside a nightmare...


8 comments:

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Wow.

So vivid!
:)

Helen said...

I read once that Marilyn had happy moments when she stood in front of adoring troops ... I hope that is true. Nice writing.

Brian Miller said...

dang vivid close on this one...a life of those bombs...one right after another...

G-Man said...

Izzy...
You are terrific!

zongrik said...

short and to the point...and sweet too

Margaret said...

yes, too bright!

You know, I bet she loved that they needed her up on that stage to give them hope and courage. For once, it wasn't ALL about sex. :)

Kathe W. said...

wow- excellent! Bravo!

Lolamouse said...

wow. This one punched me right in the gut. Nice job.