I, Spy

Posted on March 5, 2012 by whimsygizmo

She sees right through him.
The fedora is a front,
a ruse
amusing
her ebony eyes, wry smile.

He plays right to her.
Dances along through this
passion
they’ve fashioned;
woman of substance, man of style.

 

 

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8 Responses to I, Spy

  1. whimsygizmo says:
    March 5, 2012 at 10:37 am

    Written for a great visual prompt over at The Mag:
    http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/03/mag-107.html

    Image by Sarolta Ban.

    Reply
  2. markwindham says:
    March 5, 2012 at 10:47 am

    Love it, think I hear tango music playing….

    Reply
  3. brian miller says:
    March 5, 2012 at 11:16 am

    a fine dance indeed…smiles….enjoyed.

    Reply
  4. Hannah Gosselin says:
    March 5, 2012 at 12:40 pm

    Beautifully captured, image and words totally in-sync!

    Reply
  5. Sue Anderson says:
    March 5, 2012 at 4:27 pm

    Like cool jazz.

    =)

    Reply
  6. Bill Jango says:
    March 6, 2012 at 11:29 pm

    Whoaa, feel that love !

    Reply
  7. Tess Kincaid says:
    March 8, 2012 at 2:51 pm

    The fedora is a front…indeed…

    Reply
  8. Lindy Lee says:
    March 10, 2012 at 11:32 am

    Another good job, whimsygizmo; you’ve a gift, an envy…

    Reply

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