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damn near impossible
separating Bonnie from Clyde
co-stars in a macabre drama
sweet faced beauty
a romantic .. poet .. killer
a dichotomy
using sex and sass
robbery .. murder .. all in a day's work
~~ until twenty-six bullets
stopped her cold
That was my favorite image too. What a great idea you had to write about Bonnie and Clyde. I didn't know she wrote poetry. I will search for some.
ReplyDeletePoor Bonnie -- I liked them, heros (??) perhaps because they were sort of Midwesterners. And they drove and old Ford car. I have two of those, had three before we lost our large garage. I too used this image.
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So much for due process eh? I've always wondered how it was okay for Hoover and his G Men to basically slaughter all those gangsters. Only one of them wasn't killed--I believe it was Machine Gun Kelly. Bonnie was indeed a poet. She and Clyde were just poor kids from Dallas without much prospects. Clyde's experience in prison was so brutal that he disfigured his foot just to get out. It made him determined never to go back. The motorcycle cops they killed were actually shot by an associate who was with them that day. Up until then, they hadn't wanted to kill anyone. So much for that, I guess. They weren't heroes, but they weren't evil, either. Did you know that Bonnie hated those famous photos of her with a cigar? They took them as a joke. "Now everyone thinks I smoke cigars," she complained. A former friend betrayed them and pretended his car had broken down, knowing they would slow down to see. That's when they were ambushed by a posse in concealment that shot them umpty-seven times. Pretty gruesome stuff, not to mention blatantly illegal. The death car toured the country as an attraction flr years after.
ReplyDeleteShe lived her life the way she wanted to, and I bet she didn't regret a moment of it. Good write on that image, Helen.
ReplyDeleteThis was well worth the wait Helen! The story of Bonnie and Clyde is both exciting and very sobering. Your ending captured that well. I knew two different people that had seen them that lived in north Texas. I was always so fascinated by that. So glad you are with us this week my friend! We have missed you so much!
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteSo glad that at age 24 I was not stopped by 26 bullets...
What a wasteful life and for what?!
Hugs,
Mariette
Caught up in the red tide of the world, innocence swept under. Loved your retelling here Helen. Wonderfully written my friend… 🙂✌🏼❣️
ReplyDeleteTo take on the authorities is always an attractive theme. It tests the wiles and reaction while running with guns blazing. It can be heroic in many ways, Helen!
ReplyDeleteHank
That's pretty much the whole story in a nutshell, Helen! Well written!
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Brush off the myth and glimpse the human for a moment.
ReplyDeleteGreat take on the photo prompt :0
ReplyDeleteThats a lot of bullets for the killing. Interesting narrative poem. Happy you dropped by my blog Helen.
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
A delightful interpretation of the image! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThat's a terrifying photograph honestly, but you really help it with your poem, and going back to a historical (and even cinematic) moment--your poem fine without the photo frankly! Thanks. K. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteShe packed a lot into her short life, and into your short but brilliant poem!
ReplyDeleteA dichotomy indeed! And you captured it so well.
ReplyDelete~ Dora
DeleteJust perfect for this photo. Girl living life on the edge.
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