For all the poems in this Two Sylvias Press Advent Calendar challenge for 2023, visit my musings here.
Prologue: This is a 31 day event that helps poets and authors all over to pen down 31 new poems in the month of December (2023). Every day we can open the calendar for that day to read about the prompt for that day. Then let your imagination fly to infinity with your thoughts and voice.
For Day 8 the Prompt given to us was to write a poem engaging in a conversation with a writer, an artist or a celebrity. I picked veteran legendary actress late Barbara Stanwyck from Hollywood. Here is my version
Prompt 8: When Barbara Stanwyck Dropped In…
A heavy foot fall woke me from my slumber on the sofa.
And I shrieked both with excitement and astonished cheer.
For, there sitting on the chaise lounge was none other
Than my favorite Barbara Stanwyck, a legend, a star.
She looked around amazed at the modernities; reverently
Touching my iPad lying beside; smiling softly she looks up
“Is this a view into past, present or future?”; subtly
I explain what an iPad was while she dabs on her makeup.
Gazing at my silver screen; streaming away old classics.
She sees herself there, yelped in joy and a little sorrow.
“You watch me on TV? But what is this device so magic?”
I explain streaming while she grabs a piece of avocado.
Regally she moves around my paltry living room
Admiring everything new for her, but given for me.
Questions kept pouring out like the waft of her perfume.
A dialogue commenced about everything but the tree.
Generous in sharing her experiences and life as a celebrity
She was curious about the life a modern independent woman.
Feminism, Politics, Religion, Civil Rights became centrality
For the next hour or so; including the changes in fashion.
Her versatility and strong presence in every role she played
Brought in musings about how she reminds me of Nutan
An Indian actress; whom Ms. Stanwyck instantly recognized.
“Oh! I meet her often and we talk all things with passion”
Suddenly she pauses, hearing a tinkle in the air
“There is my cue to leave, perhaps I might visit again
With Nutan by me!” and disappeared with a flair
Leaving me wanting for more of this sojourn.
Galavant Reflections 