Sunday, October 9, 2011

Espaliered Woman

               legs crossed

         bad housewife

                           crucified to damp stone

here I stand

                                       trained & trimmed

                          hair long pecked away by crows

                      buds rubbed smooth

                        scarified carapace of skin

                            squab & sweet

                    there's a gorgeous letting go

in splitting   sloughing

tasting rain

         at night

                                                 dreaming I can take off

                                        fly blind over the estate houses

                              your leaden angel


  1. Tasting the rain, the houswife, was to sit. To ponder over words of love. Reading, sweeping and ever cleaning. Words of love, ever seeming, to be relieving, the good houswife is power and love, and allways enduring, the good housewife is therefore love, to the unbelieving. x