In the evening then
her slender figure in that long black gown,
her fair plait glimmering,
her trumpet pressed against
her breast,
her belly breathing and
her baby blues
promising.
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I definitely thought of her as a musician, and I loved the metaphor of the "baby blues". Perhaps she's expressing the duality of the phrase. I don't recall seeing too many blues performances by elegant ladies in long, black dresses, but I could think of no metaphor for the trumpet. Very interesting poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.
I think I understand the poem....not sure though. Is it about a musician ready to play? Or a mother to be. Hmmm, have to think more on this. Elegant poem.