Patsy

By hilary west

Sun, 15 Aug 2021
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Patsy perched on a bar stool,

A one-night stand for someone lucky,

Someone lucky enough to stare into those deep green eyes

That have seen so much.

 

The black mascara shading the knowing eyes,

And drawing in the unsuspecting.

But Patsy cannot lie:

She believes in her allure.

 

Some would think it empty,

A sex-for-sale racket that took many prisoners,

The only ones she left behind the tutti-fruttis,

But Patsy gave her all, a true professional.

 

And now, in her sixtieth year

It's getting terribly difficult to court a trick.

The lower lights, the heavy make-up,

All a friend to Patsy.

 

Yet now it's over and not over,

It's all she ever knew.

So right on cue, she opens her lips,

Takes in another stray tongue.

 

When will it be her last?

Her boss wonders every day,

Even she does not know,

So until then it's more lip gloss, more eye shadow, and ever decreasing light.

 

 

Certificate 15
Poem
Sexploits : ADULT POEMS
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by marandina on

You have captured the juxtaposition of a woman attractive in capturing attention yet age taking its toll and masked with heavier make up. I can see through the low light and it's a sad but probably realistic image. Paul

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Paul,

Thanks for reading! I have always been interested in writing about call girls and fascinated especially by the older woman. For when time takes its toll it evokes a lot of pathos, as you say in the heavier make-up and the inclination to be seen in lower lights.

hilary       sad

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Really sad. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Rhiannon,

Not everybody gives sympathy to the old call girl, but I am sure a lot of them reform themselves and turn to God in the final analysis. After all, Christ came to call sinners and rejoices more over a lost sheep returned to the fold than over someone who has never strayed!

hilary sad

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Hilary,

this poem reminded me of an older woman I knew in the womens refuge I was in back in the early 1980s. This kind of life Patsy leads, can sometimes become addictive, not just an ends to a means like people think. But those aging lines take their toll in the end don't they? A reminder that we shouldn't judge, as we don't fully know the Patsys of this world and their past.

A poem to ponder on.

Jenny.

 

 

 

Submitted by hilary west on

hi Jenny,

You are right we cannot judge anyone, there may be all sorts of reasons for a certain way of life. Remember the old adage 'walk a mile in my shoes before criticizing anyone'. Thanks for reading, Jenny!

hilary   smiley