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The Girl On the Golden Pole
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Passion The girl on the golden pole
Knows exactly what she can do
Her firm young sensual naked skin
Manipulating , girating, dancing
To the sultry pulsations of the music
Hands caressing, exploring the forbidden hills
And valleys of her body, burying themselves deep
Within the erotic fantasies of the crowded bar
The girl on the golden pole
Sees no one there, watching her dance
But she senses their deep emptiness
She hears their longing, endless fantasies
She feels the dark thoughts of men in the front row
And knows she can feed that insatiable hunger
Especially of those who linger in the shadows
Waiting, watching as they caress their mounting desires
The girl on the golden pole
Knows she is their perfect vision,
Of unreachable forbidden yearning
A heavenly angel of lusty dreams
Amidst the smoke - soiled corners of the room
And the realisms of a less than perfect life
She wears the mixture of desire & the alcohol
On her skin and sees her own degradation in their eyes
The girl on the golden pole
Believes that what she does - each move
Is right and every evening
With her childrens’ soft whispering prayers
Believes that one sweet day, there will be no more
Hungry eyes to feed but knows that each golden dance
Will either bring her one step closer to paradise
Or dangerously close to the endless abyss below
Revisiting this after eleven
Revisiting this after eleven years, I find it just as intense as when I first read it, and the insight presented in the poem is very profound.
Starward
Thank you
What you have said was very kind
Gentle is the night♥
This poem brilliantly creates the moving image of the girl's dance, and the intense stare of the audience watching her, while at the same time disclosing the narrator's understanding of the entire experience.
Starward
Very thought provoking piece. Sounds like you may have written this from experience.
Nice to see some cerebral workout again. This is an interesting piece that initiates the subject as a glamorous performer but tides to the "pressure of the job" and has a lamenting overtone of desperate, carnal figures that wish something from the performer.
But it is a girl on a golden pole, and it seems all does not glitter around the gold.
Descriptive work.
Richard E.
What a fantastic poem! Very visual, descriptive, and heartwarming all at the same time. I liked how you ended the poem. True talent.