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Alexander Averin

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Pourquoi?




 



Pourquoi?


Even the brief attire, the hat, was ill-chosen.
He had the frog’s-eye view and loved to photograph
women as a rule but in his other medium
of words he later wrote:  once you have met Bardot,
the true symbol of sex and liberation then
nothing else will do’, Bardot had allure, such a
sweet, demure beauty with her choucroute hairstyle,
her bikinis, her so-low necks and her gingham.
Taking pictures of this would-be Brigitte,
a cheapskate’s shallow imitation, he wondered
was this to be an unappealing Valentine
for  some young stud or was she forced, coerced
skin and bone, into such an unflattering
pose, this sad young thing who left nothing with
him but an oddly sour taste in his mouth.



Cait O’Connor

6 comments:

SK Waller said...

Oh, wow, but this is good.

Friko said...

I too love BB. I was just the right age to look at her and hope that one day I would be like her. Of course, I never was.

Your poem says what I feel, this is nobody much.

Steve LaVigne said...

Ah interesting perspective I like it :-)

Mac n' Janet said...

Well done, definitely a Bardot want-to-be without the allure.

A Cuban In London said...

A very insightful poem. You got under the skin of BB. Thanks.

Greetings from London.

Tess Kincaid said...

Frog's eye view, indeed! Nice write!