out of the fire like catholic saints comes scarlett and her deep complaint mimicking tenderness she sees in sentimental movies a celluloid rider comes to town cinematic lovers sway plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns take her breath away out in the wind in crinolines chasing the ghosts of gable and flynn through stand in boys and extra players magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair she comes from a school of southern charm she likes to have things her way any man in the world holding out his arm would soon be made to pay friends have told her not so proud neighbors trying to sleep and yelling not so loud lovers in anger block of ice harder and harder just to be nice given in the night to dark dreams from the dark things she feels she covers her eyes in the x rated scenes running from the reels beauty and madness to be praised cause it is not easy to be brave to walk around in so much need to carry the weight of all that greed  dressed in stolen clothes she stands cast iron and frail with her impossibly gentle hands and her blood red fingernails out of the fire and still smoldering she says a woman must have everything shades of scarlett conquering she says a woman must have everything 