Another one
Apr. 25th, 2003 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundA while ago, I posted a poem. Nobody remarked on this except for the ever-faithful ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
niallm, but I've decided to go ahead and post another one anyway. Comments invited!
Home Birth
"I need a man," she said, and set to work,
tapping a childhood flair for arts and crafts -
she gathered scraps: a battered piano stool,
old clothes, the ruins of a basket chair,
even some pots and pans she thought would do;
spread them all out in her living-room
and worked for days, with tape, and string, and glue -
did clever things with coathangers, fleshed out
the figure with old ravelled socks, and cut,
from some magazines, a face to die for;
and now they’re dancing - yes, it’s worked - at last!
her wild eyes break her tears, her vivid smile
grimly denies the lurching, thumping weight
she wields - her clenched and brittle hum drowns out
the quick snap and creak of a wicker heart.
niallm, but I've decided to go ahead and post another one anyway. Comments invited!Home Birth
"I need a man," she said, and set to work,
tapping a childhood flair for arts and crafts -
she gathered scraps: a battered piano stool,
old clothes, the ruins of a basket chair,
even some pots and pans she thought would do;
spread them all out in her living-room
and worked for days, with tape, and string, and glue -
did clever things with coathangers, fleshed out
the figure with old ravelled socks, and cut,
from some magazines, a face to die for;
and now they’re dancing - yes, it’s worked - at last!
her wild eyes break her tears, her vivid smile
grimly denies the lurching, thumping weight
she wields - her clenched and brittle hum drowns out
the quick snap and creak of a wicker heart.
