Once there was a cavalcade of poets
donning jackets in fancy curlicues.
Some smeared on war paint flashing dark
green. It was most photogenic, like
a picture from National Geographic,
alive, profane but discolored now.
From there she sat in brocade
chanting hymns through the night.
She with downy skin, then slightly
plumper, holding a steady grudge,
petulant, greasy with prayer.
The time for that was over.
She made a collage of orange lilies
having a taste for decoupage.
So to the bin went the hoopla of
abysmal self-destruction. She’s into
interpretative dance, felt resolute
and braided into sacred music,
all expansive, light-hearted.
Prompt: Heidi-ho! This piece of blues music was from 1958. Do you remember it? Guessing lots of you are old enough, yes, no? Haha. Do you listen to vintage music? Are you into vintage stuff? Are you yourself vintage? Haha. Remember “The House of the Rising Sun”? Another piece of vintage music. The other day, on Mother’s Day, the golden oldies channel on radio was playing “M.O.T.H.E.R.”. An acronym–I googled it. I’ve never even heard it. It’s that old. 1916..oh wow. Anyway you get the idea. Write about a vintage song or vintage anything, even vintage you!