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:
Oh, wow, but this is good.
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.
Ah interesting perspective I like it :-)
Well done, definitely a Bardot want-to-be without the allure.
A very insightful poem. You got under the skin of BB. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
Frog's eye view, indeed! Nice write!
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