Poetry of Laura Elliott
This Is Your Rock Opera
(For J…)
“It’s me Aurora — I want to tell you
What you want to hear
Is that the way it goes?” she calls.
The trick’s simple
This runway is ours tonight
Remember the lights.
Daddy’s in the armchair, pleadin’ with the Devils for a win
Lolly dances, but she don’t know what for
She don’t understand the game.
The remote falls through his fingers — did he see this fate arise?
Aurora’s bathed in this summer’s sun
A new dance? She’s all dressed up!
Heel to toe, every inch of her heels in the clouds,
Take a taste of Bombay and revel in that smile
For the lime – it’s just a placebo
The trick’s simple
This runway is ours tonight
Remember the lights.
Lovers sit by the lake,
“He looks so good and he smells divine,”
The Joker blindfolds the girl with a satin wrap
And you work so hard
Tired, she retires until the next time
And the scent runs through her veins like poison –
In a fragile mind
And she keeps on wishin’ he’d tell her what she wants to hear.
Operas, Vices, Pearls, Graces!
Said the wordsmith who intended some meanin’!
This ball at number 8 – the host’s muse is summer,
But what happens when the host becomes your muse?
The trick’s simple
This runway is ours tonight
Remember the lights.
And the girl who can’t shut up — sits down,
This is your Rock Opera and it shall not be your nemesis.
Laura Elliott, a resident of Derby, England, is a 2004 graduate in English and history who writes fiction and poetry. This is her first submission for publication.