1980s' Design

by Dana Djokic ©

 

As I walk along, I see the Glamour

Shining out through the street

She walks along with her cotton chiffon --

Pressed and printed neat.

Across the cobbles, filled with flair

Aqua and pink statues in their hair.

The spark of stripes across their skin,

Polyester is out and leather is in.

White lace is sweet and velvet is bright

But too old and cheap is never right.

Off the shoulder and above the knee

She shines above the vivid crowd;

Red, yellow, turquoise and green tea

Vulnerable is soft and exhilaration is loud.

The gold, the steel, the greasy spike

Behind the ear or in the air,

A symbol of self and no amity or dislike.

The neck will shimmer, the head will be tied

The waist is slim, any more is denied.

The glance is darkened by a black streak

Thunder is amidst this distinct sight.

The pattern of suede is so unique

The black of the face should never be light.

Put forth the designer whose art is wicked

The switch goes on and the music can kick it.

        The Cats go Stray and Slim is Jim

        The Men are At Work in a Land Down Under

        The rhythm is Euro, along with Sweet Dreams

        Boy George is pretty, and I wonder

        Captain Sensible said What?

        Bananarama isn't shy

        The Clash is calling

        Eat a Cannibal and sigh--

She closes the glass and stops at the window

The manikin smiles with her false fame

She sits by her board with a palette of colors

The design is so perfect along with her name.

 

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