The world whirls round
a whizzing mandala
of unrecognisable images.
An action painting
made of light.
Faster and faster
in fishnet tights she spins.
And she wonders
“Does he still love me?”
or is there another
knife thrower’s assistant
waiting in the wings?
She’s strapped too tight to struggle
as he begins to throw knives.
Hopefully, she’ll be on again later
pulling rabbits out of hats.
enjoyed this.. the ending is like a magic rug - takes you somewhere else.. good stuff x
<Deleted User> (6895)
Tue 26th Jan 2010 23:49
does this knife thrower want a dispendable volunteer?her name?no not J.R. Hartley,some old crinkly scroat called......ah! I remember! Mrs Wilde-she,s lovely really,when she,s asleep!and my name?J.R. Hartley JNR.xx(are,nt deep polls wonderful!)
Think I agree, and, like magic, they are gone!!!
Ooh you have!I think it works better without the new ending but that's just me.
Love
rach
xxx
Fab! I love the way your mind works and I adore these vintage pictures you use, they'd make a great book, the pics and your poems for each one...leather bound cover, dusty looking....I'd buy it!
Racheroo
xxx
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 27th Jan 2010 11:40
At face value, terrific. Your unique poetic skills for novel imaging are flying. Choice of subject-brilliant: Who hasn't wondered at the kind of courage necessary for these 'acts'?
At metaphor level, intentional or not, even more electrifying as the situation covers every 'bondage' relationship I can think of, including marriage.