she flatters
with ballerinas on sticks
like an adept puppeteer
with an open stage
and a hundred marionettes
each one lifting her skirts
to tempt honeybees
to her nectar
Her left side is stunted
where the frost took her in May
with her skirts around her ankles
and she tries to ignore
the droop of her dress
"look here," she says, "look here!
I have the memory of your mother's wardrobe,
your grandmother's linen,
your childhood dreams"
with ballerinas on sticks
like an adept puppeteer
with an open stage
and a hundred marionettes
each one lifting her skirts
to tempt honeybees
to her nectar
Her left side is stunted
where the frost took her in May
with her skirts around her ankles
and she tries to ignore
the droop of her dress
"look here," she says, "look here!
I have the memory of your mother's wardrobe,
your grandmother's linen,
your childhood dreams"
7 comments:
Lovely.
Smiles.
Thanks EB :)
I like the layers in this.
Thank you Gerald :)
Yes. *echoes ackworth born* Very complex and utterly gorgeous.
oh my - honeybees to her nectar - like that alot....
A lovely poem, taking surprising turns into nostalgia.
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