Coquette

by Eric McKinnon


Coquette was pantomime

Silhouette, surreal

If she were a word

In juxtaposition

With any other word

She could be anything


If she were a jewel

She’d be Category Coquette

Beyond diamond or ruby


If she were a color

She’d be ultraviolet

Or infrared


If she were speed

She’d be light plus

And out of black holes


She entranced

In utter bewitching grandeur


I asked her to dance ---

And she said, “NO”.



About the Author
Eric McKinnon lives close to an utterly monstrous lake, north of Winnipeg, Manitoba, with his wife, Judy, and one very orange cat. His work has regularly appeared, since 2003, in Voices, the journal of the Lake Winnipeg Writers Group. He was a winner in a 2005 fiction writing contest and does not plan to quit writing until the grave --- the one with Eric McKinnon on the, hopefully, very fancy and expensive tombstone.



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