Manon- Tina Rose

 

Paris was vibrant,

the outskirts, charcoal.

In dark corners

the women in red

lifted skirts for men in top hats.

Manon

was a demi-monde beauty,

scarlett dressed and wide-eyed,

Harlot,

They called her,

The men with grasping hands

who were always hungry.

An animal appetite

behind human eyes

A  beast in a suit.

If you listened carefully you could almost hear a hint of a growl

from the corner of his mouth

The sweat on his brow

window-wiped

with a lipstick blood handkerchief

Discarded

Before he returned home to his wife.

The silk strings on Manon’s corset were

always loose,

Recoiling

from eager  fingertips,

That were too rough.


Tina Rose is a Bachelor of Arts (hons) English & Drama Graduate from Royal Holloway, University of London, and a  Masters graduate in English Literary Studies from Durham University.  She is a freelance writer & blogger, resident graduate assistant, and a creative writing teacher. You can read more of her writing at Tina Rose Poetry.

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