The Lady in Pink

Remembering Barbara Cartland.


barbara-cartland

The lady wore pink and wrote of romance

that mesmerised maidens voraciously read;

sweet thoughts of love left them in a trance

with fancy notions that entered their head.

 

That by kissing a frog one might find a prince

it’s a pipe-dream with starry-eyed bookworms;

but the author’s skill is enough to convince

as any word-pundit can quite easily confirm.

 

She magicked fine tales with her lexical-wand

and although formulaic – as in boy meets girl –

with all her loyal readers she created a bond

who treated each sentence as a perfect pearl.

 

She was known by the press as a talking head

as well as a popular and prolific novelist;

her books sold by the million and widely read

and were often top of the bookseller list.

 

© Luigi Pagano  2016

 

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Franciman

As if we’d ever forget The Lady in Pink. I really enjoyed this, Luigi. It coaxed a smile and maybe some introspection….
Cheers,
Jim

Mikeverdi

It seems you can charm us on an endless supply of subjects, never read a book by this lady, but as you say millions have.

Sweetwater

I enjoyed reading this, seems such a long time ago now that she was everywhere, the back of her books, in magazines and on TV, she was much too pink for me. I have never read her books, not my taste but it seemed every other female did. 🙂 Sue.

Nemo

Luigi, I enjoyed this for your consummate skill at knocking out a rhyming poem without necessarily being enthused by the subject – I’m assuming you were not one of her fans – but I was hoping for a more incisive ending.
Cheers, Gerald.

I wasn’t being critical of the fact that you don’t hhave to be ‘in thrall to the subject’, Luigi, I was bekng envious as I can only write about something that has had some personal connection, which can take a frustratingly long time to happen.
Gerald.

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