The Only Blonde in the World

The tiles and bricks and sky of Hollywood are grey:

she is painted onto this canvas in a hundred shades of light.

 

She looked powerful,

surrounded by her success,

but they’ve painted over that in a thick green oil paint

so that only her figure remains

beneath her coat of clouds.

 

She makes you sad:

translucent legs,

cling film dress,

watercolour smile.

Author: eringilbey

Playwright and poet based in Birmingham, UK

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