Wednesday, 8 September 2010

All Ye Need To Know

Poetry in motion.
On her curved thrusting back
And her ploughman's knotted arms
The sweat of earth on stone.
Tendons strain and crack,
And clotted sinews swarm
Over all her grinding bones.

The spotlight's glaring eye
And the violin's plaintive cry
Show quite a different feat.
A sheer gauze fairytale,
She hovers, poignant, pale,
And flies- a fragile vision
On silken calloused feet.


Vangmayi said...

I've missed reading you. I just realised how much. :)

Prince of Mirkwood said...

Not as bad as you had me believe C:

Anty said...

The way you write, its not just poetry.. It's poetic justice.