“Lady in the Yellow Dress”

One, two, three, four,
before I lost interest,
lady in the yellow dress caught my drowsy eyes.

She spoke eloquently (at least that’s how it looked from afar),
she had a neat side braid and an ability
to turn my head a full 360.

Five, six, seven, eight,
until I slowly turned to stone,
lady in the yellow dress sang from the back to front.

She was a theatre goddess, said her knowledge
on stage left, stage right, and singing
that Miss Saigon number.

Now all I got to do is think of a plan
on how I can thank her
for making my heart work again,

preferably without all of the
stuttering and smiling that she found
quite amusing.

Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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