When a Sex
Symbol Takes to Sensible Shoes.
Suddenly across the store, through a middle-aged
bottle glass blur, I spot blonde hair familiar as a logo,
but hesitate, unable to make out that fantasy body
drawn by an adolescent boy on his exercise book.
Close up, these photographs from The Misfits
are like meeting an old friend after a debilitating illness.
Trademark eyeliner has become heavy shutters closing
on the empty windows of a house whose occupant has left.
Her body still forms a perfect 8 but is not gift-wrapped
in gold lame; instead she is a hillbilly’s wife in white cotton
Sunday dress posing in a Steinbeck farm yard.
Looking down the barrel of the camera,
lips no longer part in the throes of an orgasmic O,
but are forced into a localised smile.
The confection of a single 1950s picture
draws my eyes like wasps to a baker’s window,
leaving me craving other heyday poses, addictive as sugar.
Paying my last respects to the snapshots from her final film,
I notice, more shocking than being shared around
like a joint by the Kennedy boys’ club, her comfortable shoes.
|Fiona Sinclair is an
ex-English-teacher living in Kent. A chronic balance
disorder has enabled her to concentrate fully on her
writing. This is her third collection of poetry. Fiona
also writes arts reviews. She is the editor of the online
poetry magazine Message
in a Bottle. Fiona's two great passions are
handbags and black and white movies. Fred Astaire is her
Wonderland was published by Indigo Dreams Press in June 2013.