She was a terrier of a woman,
sharp and quick;
just a bit shabby around the edges.
Always practical,
not fashionable,
but more than capable.
She wanted to be Vivien Leigh,
and in her head,
she was…
the mirror says different,
but her eyes are kind.
Make do and mend,
scuffed shoes,
and split ends,
overlooked,
a drab wall-
flower
but her eyes,
are kind…
© Being Vivien 13.03.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Hollywood Gallery ~ Vivien Leigh, 1913-1967 (Photo credit: erjkprunczýk)
Worldly Winds 
wonderful title, wonderful piece.
Aw thank you 🙂
It’s all in the eyes… and the eye of the beholder…
I just need to find a decent beholder 😉
What a creative concept for your poem! Like!!
Thank you Christy 🙂
truly it’s in the eyes – talent helps – nice poem
Thank you 🙂
Original and touching.
Thank you 🙂
Oh me too! As a child I was obsessed with becoming Vivien Leigh – I had the green eyes, all I needed was the auburn hair… and about a million other things.
I’m glad I’m not the only one 🙂
Love the flow of this. Excellent word choices.
Thank you 🙂
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Thank you very much indeed 🙂
Touching. I have reblogged. Thank you.
I really like this. Paints a haunting picture.
Thanks Carol 😀