Eyes like fiery jewels,
Seacoal exits the dimly
lit cavern smoking Gitanes …
twirling to her rhythm with
a collie in tow; they’re no slackers,
she and the pooch. It’s a pickup
for the innocent on a Sunday
morning in May. Smog covered
hills nestle the town. The Festival
begins; she feels it heart and soul.
She laughs the hair
from her eyes with coal dust fingertips …
smiling, wondering of night’s end
I chose the word “coal” from Online Etymology Dictionary at http://www.etymonline.com.
words I used; fiery jewel, coal dust, collie, slack