two angels walk into a bar…
no joke
black dresses…high heels
the whole shebang
their tinsel wings
brush drinkers
in that venerable room
of cluttered walls…
noise smother jazz…
boozy sight lines
they…pace entrance to exit
flash silver duplicates
on mirrors…empty glasses
trail raucous laughter
behind them in the night…
leave remembrance
of a startlement
and rare presence
in that place
Bonnie Marshall
Photography Credit to James Meredith
2013, Belfast, Ireland
Proem... 
A wonderful poem, Bonnie. Glad my photo played a part in your inspiration.
I’m pleased to read that, James. Your work is extraordinary.
Very cool poem. Nice imagery.
Thank you very much for saying so…and it helps to have a fine photo for inspiration.
This is absolutely, beautiful and fantastic! It took my breath away, and grabbed my attention, right away.You are such a wonderful writer, and I’m so glad to be able to read your work. Thank you so much, for sharing this, my friend!
I’m thankful I have such a gracious reader whose comments are quite meaningful to me.
Love the way this moment in time is captured. Reminds me of an awesome photo op I missed once at the Vatican…a nun walking with a teenager wearing short skirt, fishnet stockings and stilettos. The story still haunts me.
Oh…I can understand how it would. Appreciate very much your relating this, and hope other readers read it. Smiles.
“flash silver duplicates” is especially lovely.
Glad you saw that, Carolin, and appreciate your specificity. Smiles.
nicely done … no joke.
tiny chuckle…thank you.
Had me on the first line .
Yeah…it is a grabber. Appreciate your saying so.
have to admit that i’d probably rather spend eternity with these angels in black dresses and high heels, listening to jazz with them and talking over a glass of wine, than i would hanging around the ones in white playing harps. of course, i’m assuming i would have a choice, which is doubtful.
Smiles…this is the one I’ve written from the beginning with a picture/photo, except one for a painting by Breughel with children chaotic with games in a town square. The photographer is exceptional, gave me permission…made my work easy. It’s one of my favorites, and I’m glad you like it, Michael. Love writing about happiness!
While the real angels hover in the shadows and giggle perhaps?
Love the imagery and playfulness.
Now, this one I wrote when I found James Meredith’s evocative photograph. He is also a fine Belfast poet and fiction writer. Before I posted it, I received his permission, and he liked the poem. Win. Win. Smiles …