Sunday, 7 March 2010

Untitled Poem 7/3/10

You, little shadow, over there
In the jungle you pray you are asleep,
Unnatural as a crucifix,
The marriage of saying 'Yes'
Over and over again;
Gliding with ancient clarity
Reveals us Severin infuriated!
The most public face over
Other faces facing;
Phlegm of voice spat
And continues to reveal –
I proceed to be a novice,
Aiming little shadow at the breakfast table;
Severin below her (the most purist
Leader of Maidens), wants her dead –
But bound and gagged – O, enemy!
Softly, in the dusk, I do not hear,
Softly, in the dusk, a woman ...

1 comment:

Ella Unread said...

Nice :) Kinda sad somehow...maybe it's just me and I suck at understanding poetry :S