May 2015
asleep she
looks like a photograph
of her self
her expression
the weather of her face
evaporates
lipstick smudges her pillow
a false eyelash
flutters to the floor
she sleeps like a statue
as if centuries
mean nothing to her
an awed moon
gazes in upon
her dreaming
a silk lilac *******
like a little animal
caught crawling across the carpet
a rather fetching
matching bra
dangles from a candlestick
impossibly high stilettos
stand still
pretending to be an art installation
a silk stocking
hangs
from a doorknob
a new millennium
enters the room
a clock ticks loudly
looks like a photograph
of her self
her expression
the weather of her face
evaporates
lipstick smudges her pillow
a false eyelash
flutters to the floor
she sleeps like a statue
as if centuries
mean nothing to her
an awed moon
gazes in upon
her dreaming
a silk lilac *******
like a little animal
caught crawling across the carpet
a rather fetching
matching bra
dangles from a candlestick
impossibly high stilettos
stand still
pretending to be an art installation
a silk stocking
hangs
from a doorknob
a new millennium
enters the room
a clock ticks loudly
Rien ne pese tant que un secret.
[Nothing weighs more than a secret.] ~ La Fontaine
Rien ne pese tant que un secret. [Nothing weighs more than a secret.] ~ La Fontaine
The secret being that she has conceived...only her body knows this secret and keeps it so for a while! When she counts backwards she realises that this was the night of nights. The poem doesn't let on either except for its title! The poem only observes and doesn't comment...just sees her and the state of the room for what it is...the new millennium cometh and makes her a lady in waiting.
The poem insists on keeping its mystery....it is not necessary for it to give it up! The explanation lives amongst the backstory with the little afterglow of knowing if one wants a little more insight into what was going on....although one does not have to know that!
[Nothing weighs more than a secret.] ~ La Fontaine
Rien ne pese tant que un secret. [Nothing weighs more than a secret.] ~ La Fontaine
The secret being that she has conceived...only her body knows this secret and keeps it so for a while! When she counts backwards she realises that this was the night of nights. The poem doesn't let on either except for its title! The poem only observes and doesn't comment...just sees her and the state of the room for what it is...the new millennium cometh and makes her a lady in waiting.
The poem insists on keeping its mystery....it is not necessary for it to give it up! The explanation lives amongst the backstory with the little afterglow of knowing if one wants a little more insight into what was going on....although one does not have to know that!
