Poetessa speaks..

Poète, scénariste et parolier....Scottish dilettante and poet. This blog has some of my current poems, as well as those of other poets I admire.

Sunday, 16 January 2011

Twin/Rita Cummings



The She:

How she sulks this twin

Her hair matted, dull—

Her thin legs twisted.

She will not cooperate,

She is not to be trusted—

This failing other.

She is prone to cut and chop

At a whim.

How she bleeds – when will it end?

Her fingertips are dark morels,

Rooted in the dark, loamy soil of the forest floor.

They are mysterious shapes, aren’t they?

I cannot touch her.


The Other:

The other is radiant—how she dips and swells—

Elusive fire at her core—


She holds an unknown nomenclature—

Eternal words I can only guess at,

Stragglers---they will not come easy or whole.

A simulacrum of the other, her hair is long and fibrous—

She is a being of light,

Her hands are ponds into which I gaze.


She is biting into a strawberry—freshly picked

And seeing the soft, white flesh puckered, tart

Holding itself

Full of possibilities.

The tiny seeds glistening—

Like looking at someone in the mirror

And not knowing what she would become.

- RC

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