Elizabeth rose poetry on “The Beat”
I’m rather pleased about this one as I like www.thebeat.co.uk. It’s a little gem of a writing site with a big set of balls. Anyway; I sent them my poem “Love Whore”, and they’ve put it up (cue odd seated celebration dance after a day of mind numbing site testing and content checking). It has a certain edge, but I’d be interested in knowing what you think. Read it here.



The Lady In Black
I remember her like it was yesterday, she was sitting in a quiet cafe all dressed up in black.
She had two large bags and a velvet hat to match, and had several books accompanied on her dusty soiled lap.
And in between sipping her cofee, she reached into her bag to puff her long tipped fag.
She captivated the whole room almost like an old film star.
The Audrey Hepburn look smokey smouldering eyes as she read her several books, her hands showed her age as she turned the pages of her many books, her face glammed up with pink lipstick, and brown makeup.
You can tell she had some intriguing stories to tell maybe she used to be in the film industry it was hard to tell.
But she had the quiet cafe captivated by her old eccentric style.
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