Her skin glows softly golden,
where light has brushed,
she is light and rising.
Her hair is white where it has absorbed
the sun, and her blood is white
with tiny salt crystals
that rise to the wound,
cleanse and cauterize,
burn and sodomise.
Ever after screwed to the mizzen
of her Cinderella shipwreck,
decks awash with accusations
and deprivations, she is the dispossessed,
despised, and wonders why
her feet burn and bleed.
There are a million splinters
from glass slippers seeded into her soles.
The sea is master of stones that shatter shoes,
how the wreck totters and rolls,
the promised day
dies upon the horizon.
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4 comments:
well / it's no wonder they
nominate you :)
wow / what poem /
in my mind / it was a mans voice
& then to see / a woman / you
had written it / the nicest twist
of all for me
i love your absolute control of
language
this part here is brilliant:
Ever after screwed to the mizzen
of her Cinderella shipwreck,
decks awash with accusations
and deprivations, she is the dispossessed,
despised, and wonders why
her feet burn and bleed.
There are a million splinters
from glass slippers seeded into her soles.
The sea is master of stones that shatter shoes,
how the wreck totters and rolls,
thanx rae
~jx
...Love it Rae. I got the same feeling as Finchy, I read it as if said by a man. Good poems move the reader, great poems transform the writer into what the reader wants.
Great Job-
DQ
RAE...it's so good to see you. I love this, too.
I think this was my favorite passage...
Her hair is white where it has absorbed
the sun, and her blood is white
with tiny salt crystals
that rise to the wound,
cleanse and cauterize,
burn and sodomise.
Hi Rae,
You've received a lot of comments but I can't resist another. I love the sounds and images in this poem. The repetitive d's and s's engender a harmony and make me want to read it again and again just for the music of it.
great job.
nancy.
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