Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #418
The Model
by Belinda Roddie
The model was tall, as she had to be,
and took me out on quite a fancy date.
I didn't mind how she loomed over me;
in fact, I felt protected, like my fate
had been preserved by a fine Amazon,
a glorious crusader who would fight
to keep me safe. We ate filet mignon
and drank champagne until our heads were light
and our lips shook with laughter. She then said
that she was done with modeling. I thought
about that, how my first impression had
been her advertising shirts I bought
and perfume I could not afford. Perhaps
an end to that would end other mishaps.
by Belinda Roddie
The model was tall, as she had to be,
and took me out on quite a fancy date.
I didn't mind how she loomed over me;
in fact, I felt protected, like my fate
had been preserved by a fine Amazon,
a glorious crusader who would fight
to keep me safe. We ate filet mignon
and drank champagne until our heads were light
and our lips shook with laughter. She then said
that she was done with modeling. I thought
about that, how my first impression had
been her advertising shirts I bought
and perfume I could not afford. Perhaps
an end to that would end other mishaps.
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