Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Spider Woman

Now we know
What's behind
The Pink Door

She enters, takes a bow
To applause and cutlery
She wears a red satin top
Black tights
She swings easily on the loops
Of blue silk
To La Vie en Rose
By Edith Piaf

You ease
a fat finger of crab
from its shell
glance up at the Spider Woman
as the music grows louder
As she spins those fantastic shapes above you
Shapes rarely configured by humans
But this doesn’t excite you

Only when she slips
Lets go of the blue silk
And tumbles
With a spider’s luck
Into a bowl
Of oyster chowder

Do you nod
A smile of satisfaction
As if you had expected that

You dab your mouth delicately
With a white napkin
Before checking
An incoming text


Roger Stevens said...

The Pink Door is a restaurant in Seattle, in the Pike Market. The food was great. And the cabaret, well... unusual.

Wastedpapiers said...

Know we know? Is that a typo?

Roger Stevens said...

Indeed. Thanks.

Wastedpapiers said...

Sounds like an interesting evening! You don't often get a trapeze artist down the chippy.

Roger Stevens said...

But, on that rare night when you do...