Worth Avenue… a poem

Page 41 in the series Before the Pirates Came*


“Her officials within her are roaring lions; her rulers are evening wolves, who leave nothing for the morning.”  Zephania 3:3 (NIV)

(Miranda boarded the plane and fastened her seatbelt.)

They taxied down the runway
“flight attendants take your seats,”
the plane will reach an altitude of 40,000 feet.
Miranda’s sipping Vodka
soon her wings will touch the sky,
Ready to shop– it’s time to buy!


Armani, Valentino,
fashion icons to embrace,
Chopard has diamond watches
that put on a happy face.
And sandals stratospheric
stole her heart at Jimmi Choo,
Only the best– Worth Avenue!

Chanel at Neiman Marcus
on to Saks Fifth Avenue,
A David Yurman bracelet
so impressive she bought two.
Her credit card was bleeding
but she wasn’t halfway through,
Let’s have a drink– at old Taboo!

The Donald and George W.
are seated near the bar,
Rush Limbaugh sat with Tiger Woods
and smoked a fat cigar.
She saw the ghost of Elvis
John Travolta, and Stallone,
Where’s Giuliani?– he just went home!

Miranda’s fully energized
a soaring manic high,
she smooths her hair and takes a breath
a long bipolar sigh,
The players on the bar stools
a performance they will see,
One more drink– will set her free!

But once it’s set in motion
a torrential drunken binge,
a painful taste of ecstasy
a game no one can win.
No dignity, no self-respect
Miranda’s lost at sea,
a bobbing cork– a memory.

Her fantasy vacation
wasn’t all that she had planned,
she stayed out late, got wasted,
bought a swimsuit, got a tan.
She worried that misfortune
someday soon might come her way,
God to Miranda:  “It’s time to pray.”

*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

© 2012, Shoes for an Imaginary Life. All rights reserved.

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17 Responses to Worth Avenue… a poem

  1. Larry Who says:

    What a clever way to tell a story and it works. Fantastic.

    Did it take you more or less time to write your story in poetic words?

    • Linda says:

      Most of the stanzas write themselves once I decide the story and the meter. Then I cut them into individual pieces so I can shuffle them and put them in a logical order. Then I struggle with 3 or 4 details for about a week. So I guess it takes longer. ; )

  2. Tara says:

    You are so talented! I loved the story as a poem. Better yet, the great job you did integrating the continuity in both the poem and your storyline. Thank you for keeping us on this journey with you and Miranda.

    • Linda says:

      Thanks Tara… It’s so much fun for me to write all this, and I love having a little poem to play with all day. I know you get it, because I can see the personal commitment that goes into your work as well. (The post about seizures. It was chilling, and written so well I was along on the journey.) Thanks for reading! : )

  3. Linda, This is great! I love when you venture into poetry.

    I must confess, though, that I’ve become confused about the story line. My little brain just can’t keep the facts straight over the long-haul. Is this trip after her break up with Harry, or between Brian and Harry? I’m sure if I went back and scanned the various installments I could jog my memory, but it’s just easier to ask. ;) Keep up the great story! I’m so looking forward to the part where God finally get’s Miranda’s attention. Peace, Linda

    • Linda says:

      I think God’s looking forward to making the connection, too. (Can I say that?)

      The various installments are a problem, and in a real book it would only be a two hour read, so far. It’s it bit much to keep straight over FIVE MONTHS! It was only going to be five pages, but it just kept going.

      Here’s the recap. Miranda has another chance with Harry, but sadly turns him down. As winter unfolds, life on the dock means more chores with the dockmates, then culminates in a massive storm. Miranda is shaken and decides to take a vacation and go to Palm Beach. (You probably know from your family member that a strict sleep schedule is crucial to fending off bipolar episodes.) She hasn’t slept much, and the trip spins her into a wild manic episode.

      She is forever promising herself that she will quit drinking and actually stops at a pharmacty to buy lithium on her way home. (next page) Looking back, just the fact that she had a sence of right and wrong and understood that there was a better way, makes me sure that God was staying close in spite of her raging self-will. I love that about God.

      Thanks for asking! : )

  4. Jan says:

    I like the poem. You have such a flair for writing.
    BTW, regarding the people on the ship: they are already believers, and we rejoice in prayer that their loved one got the help she needed in time to save her life. I hope the husband will continue to update us on her progress. You are right, God has used my suffering to bless others, and I am so thankful for that. Makes me feel that is the reason He kept me here, instead of taking me home to heaven.

    • Linda says:

      Isn’t that something. I still get goosebumps when I think of the way that whole thing unfolded. How many cruise ships are there? How many passengers per ship? I felt very bad when you posted the story of your long medical journey. It was the first one I read at your blog. And now, you are a living example of God’s loving plan, hard as is was.

      I’ll look for updates when you hear more. God bless you. : )

  5. Debbie says:

    This just is so good. That you can keep this story moving the way you do, and even in poem form, is amazing! I’d be dead in the water!
    I heard something, just a clip, on the radio today. Not sure if I got it right, but think it was a quote from A.W. Tozer . He said that until we’ve been deeply hurt, we really can’t be used by God. It made me think. And then here we are with Miranda and your comment to Jan.
    God bless you, lovely one, as you continue to write for Him and be His hands and feet!
    love and hugs and prayers!

    • Linda says:

      You would not be dead in the water. You would be fabulous if you chose this as your genre. But you have a classy image to consider and I’m not sure silly rhymes would work. Haha.

      Yes, the body of Christ. I loved that “simple” poem. : )

      Always, hugs and prayers to you too… : )

      I know that quote by A.W. Tozer. It was one of the things that G. Gordon Liddy read while parked in a Christian friend’s driveway (who gave him a Tozer book… I believe it was Mere Christianity). It was a turning point the night he got saved. How beautiful is that…

  6. Theresa says:

    That really is an amazing poem. It expresses it so well. Poor Miranda…so sad. I am so glad that she eventually turns around.

    • Linda says:

      It’s the strangest thing when one of these weird poems writes itself and falls out of the sky on my head, even with a migraine. It’s fun to be a writer… I know you get it. : )

  7. .endtransmission. says:

    Okay, stop it. Just STOP IT. You cannot be brilliant with EVERYTHING, it’s just not fair! It’s not envy, it’s admiration.

    (and I’m kidding. Keep going, that was truly wonderful!)

    • Linda says:

      I have a poster of Dr. Seuss hanging in the living room. Everyone needs a muse. Thanks for your encouragement… : )

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