Rhombus

by Marianne Daniels

Wednesday 15th December 2010 11:40 am

I lean, subservient

between two directions.

My body is a hare; bucking

and pinned, pulling hands at an angle,

thinking me beautiful.

I am fast but sterile,

static gospels, my passions

measurable.

I am you

quantified

on your wife,

biting envies, cut glass eyes,

sharp gossip.

I am Siamese;

two beaks wide

over each hunger,

jaws locked.

I am a brilliant fox face;

kitsch of cunning.

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Comments

Ann Foxglove

Wed 15th Dec 2010 17:03

Lovely images Marianne. Really enjoyed this. x

Philipos

Wed 15th Dec 2010 16:40

Hi there Marianne I particularly enjoyed the last line Kistch of cunning - where did you get that stonker from - a great take on dualism as well - well done

<Deleted User> (8672)

Wed 15th Dec 2010 14:37

Some lovely imagery here, Marianne, in my opinion. I particularly like 'my body is a hare'. I have a thing about hares – I find them 'spiritual', is that odd?

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