The Scarlet Queen: Clara Bow

In scarlet dreams, where spotlights softly paint, A crimson flame against the charcoal drape, Clara Bow, with lips of Cupid's taunt, A whisper-smile, like secrets on escape.

Her hair, a phoenix rising from the night, A sculpted fire against the ivory moon, A glint of sass, a whisper held alight, A timeless wonder, captured in a swoon.

Upon a stool, in lace's cobweb snare, She reigns, a queen of smoke and mirrored grace, The camera's eye, a lover's tender stare, Reflected in the depths of her sly chase.

So let the sonnet's brushstrokes, faint and slow, Forever hold her, where the shadows glow.