Anita Page Actress
Anita Page's image wore well,
Rustling silk having carried her
But beneath her celluloid gaiety
And the nuance of her blonde curls.
I sensed something more apposite
The glint in her eye,
Reminding me of a mood dance,
Lasting deep into the scene.
A fluid transition into interpretation,
She felt the spoken word could not convey.
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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