Olympian – Woman in Camisole



Sweat beads down

Eyes squint to see

The pole too high

For this Olympian wannabe.


Why was the crossbar so damn high?

Even the professionals

Were terrified.


Broken legs

Busted ribs

Bruised jaws

And the pole was split.


Up in the sun the crossbar resides

To knock down the Olympian

With who it collides.


The crack of bones

On the ground below

The snap of a pole

The Olympian’s turn was thrown.


He looked up

To see the crossbar.

With feet below,

And the sun blocked out

By a woman

In Camisole




Woman in Camisole


Sits on the cross bar

And watches down below.

Bare feet and skirt

Left in the breeze’s flow.


There’s a pile of Olympians

Lying and looking up

Being judged by her criterions.


Each man hit a mark

Each man took his leap.

But too many fell short

Of these fruits to reap.


The Woman in Camisole

Sitting atop the crossbar

Still has no fear of a fall.


For no one would top

The bar set so high.

No one to knock her off the bar

Set purposefully for one guy.


Only one Olympian

Was intended to win.

And atop the crossbar

She lingered for him,

He’d been the one to set the stage

And with her skirt in the breeze, she would sit and wait.


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