Friday, 27 November 2009

November Poems 27


Aphrodite Rising from the Page

Her pupils
are the shape of an open book,
her irises the dull spines
of a library shelf
too long in the dust.

She steps from the pages
an Aphrodite
clad in prepositions and similes
and re-writes the world
in Her image.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

This is marvellous!

aims said...

There is almost a sanctity - is that the word I want? about this. So perfect - quiet - subtle - how things should be for a writer perhaps....

Obviously you've stirred up some emotions here for me.

Rachel Green said...

Thank you both.

Aims -- I hope I've stirred only good things.