The heart of the Diva with the ruby earring
would sing
long after she had left
the stage. Her audience, feeling bereft,
demanded an
encore,
but "Less is more"
was her motto; though I must mention
how much their attention
had pleased her,
filled her
secret self with joy.
A table at the Savoy
had been booked by the young man who'd sent
the present,
with a note inviting her to dine
after the show. "Divine!"
was the word which escaped her lips.
Nothing could eclipse
her delight as she
entered his carriage,
one thought in her mind - marriage!
This may be where you all begin to sing"Do not trust him, gently maiden!" But we will assume all is well, and simply say 'Thank you' to Tess and Odilion Redon at Mag 124, where you can see how others interpreted the prompt.
Also posted to Poetry Pantry 105
Also posted to Poetry Pantry 105