Miss Dietrich
We hear the indifferent voice, an accent smoky with cabaret and whiskey saloons.
We view her in gowns by Dior, negligees, trench coats, tails and netted stockings.
Noble criminal, regal commoner, a magnet drawing the eye to her, only her
She dares us to look away.
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I like the order you use in this poem. 1st we hear, 2nd we see; 3rd her acts, 4th She dares us to look away.!
I enjoyed this
I love this. Your descriptions are so good.
Love it—you did it!
The whole time I am reading this, I am feeling her looking at me———whether “noble criminal, regal commoner,”
Whatever or whoever she portrays in a role—you are right, it is all about her….and what an amazing “magnet” she was. Thank you for bringing her into focus again through your poem.
My father said he would have gone up to see her sometime…
How many millions did she insure her leg for?
Nancy, lured by the essence of costume, era, depth, presence, timing ~ you’ve certainly polished this star! thank you what a great photo!!!!
Love that ending!