June: a yellow woman
By queen beatle
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June: a yellow woman
Wraps in rapid rabbit leaves
Her bald daughter frail as meat,
As soft and poison-wet
In life as pondweed.
To cure some vast loneliness,
They recommend mountains.
An open window, as required;
The table, blank for scrubbing.
A sniffing blackness,
Framing jaunty lemon scents,
Collects the warmth
Dripping down from lampshades.
The sallow crowd gathers
To heave, retract, pulse.
Each ripple cherishes a sigh,
As, drawing curtains on the day
In stiff sharp strokes,
She packs herself away.
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i'm not an expert on 20th century poetry
I'm not an expert on 20th century poetry but this looks excellent. Quite a pleasure to read. A lot of your work makes me think of Bob Dylan. If he doesn't mind me saying so ...
Good to see you again! &
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