packing six inch stilettos,
and a well padded breast plate-
She was a Feng Shui master,
trained in the art of placing in a man's mind
visions of good fortune
and happy family-
Intrigued,
I followed her steps across the wooden floor
of the antique shop;
she turned to light my cigarette; I fell -
She was a double agent
bkmackenzie
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WOW! what guy wouldn't follow such a girl? the picture itself is enough.
ReplyDeletenice poem!
Mory
hot. nice write...grew up a bond fan....nice twist there at the end. smiles.
ReplyDeleteI just bet she was.
ReplyDeleteNicely arranged.
Bkm this poem is great. It had intrigue, suspense, sultriness and in the end deception. It is a perfect tribute to the 007 lifestyle. Well done.
ReplyDeleteDouble agent woman
ReplyDeleteAre we not all double agent
For our looks never
Tell us what we do
This was a great intro to a book or short story.
Thanks
Wow, terrific, intriguing poetry. I loved every word!!
ReplyDeleteI loved the second stanza! Those Bond Girls really know how to work it or should I say them? :)
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for you comments - We never really know who is or is not a double agent (or a Russian Spy) do we....blessings..bkm
ReplyDeleteGood images. Liked the 's' sounds in the poem which echo with the 'sh' of spying. I just wonder: with the content and the image of the Bond girl would 'mistress' be more appropriate than 'master' in the second stanza?
ReplyDeleteSuch a great poem full of intrigue! Love your blog! :-)
ReplyDeleteGordon, I believe a female in Feng Shui is still called a master of the art....thank you for the suggestion...bkm
ReplyDeleteLove it! You might like my poem, "Match Point".
ReplyDeleteI like your style, poetically and otherwise.
Kat
you had me each word of the path, I want more....
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