Shirley Temple and Judy Garland’s Shoes
Some stars of Hollywood are eyes, all eyes,
And some are legs. A few are mouth and lips,
Like Marilyn, spread open, hinting thighs
Might hinge ajar for love above her hips
And then the final view, not scarlet as
The kiss would be but pinkness like the route
To glory. Pink and red mixed up cause jazz
Of possibilities, the perfect chute
That Plato never seemed to think about.
Did men inside this constellation show
Some body part? Did they have stuff to flout?
Their arms and shoulders maybe gave off glow.
..But don’t forget the kids. When Shirley sang
….And danced, film’s innocence trilled glamor’s twang.
~ Phillip Whidden