That Twinkle in her Eyes is Magic

 

The following piece of poetry was inspired by my working as a lingerie stylist at Rigby and Peller.

It’s a Cinquain  which I discovered about on Poetry Zone.
A Cinquain has twenty-two syllables in five lines (two, four, six, eight and two).

Here’s the full poetic story:

 

That Twinkle In Her Eyes is Magic

Buried,
Two dear husbands,
Five years ago they say,
Holding back unspent daily tears,
She sighs.

It weeps,
Her loneliness,
Pressing to her breast bone,
Tender solar plexus aching,
Poor Dear.

Adjust
Her shoulder straps,
So they don’t dig so much,
It’s my job, but it’s more than that.
Much more.

Offer,
Her tea, coffee,
Water, no saccharin,
She only wants love, and lovers,
Listen.

Drinking,
Every word,
I gulp down her sweet life.
Thirst-quenching her lonely sorrow.
I see.

Her friend,
Met on a bus,
A random meeting place,
A common thread both are widows,
Both lost.

They found,
One another,
Instantly became friends,
A little lighter, the laughter,
Became.

Curtains,
New silhouette,
Her friend gasps, ‘Beautiful.’
She says it and really means it.
I smile.

Sometimes,
Words wrap heartache,
In kind tender tissue,
To keep a safe, invincible.
Parcel.

Shining,
Her reflection,
Glows with vivaciousness,
Twinkle eyed desire, magic,
Captured.

Husband,
Third time lucky,
He’s on his way to her,
Doesn’t know it yet but he is,
Old news.

Even,
If he’s younger,
He’ll not dare outlive her,
I see her living ninety plus.
Diva.

A fact,
Not a figment,
Of some kind of fiction,
Clearly have it all figured out,
No chance.

I am,
Spellbound and lost …..

In her new reflection,
The mirror shines with glowing praise.
It basks.

© Marjorie Mallon 2017 – aka, Kyrosmagica. All Rights Reserved.

Hope you like my Cinquain.

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