Go ahead —
wash me,
set my hair,
shave my legs,
powder my skin,
luxuriate me —
You cannot avoid however
bringing the old,
mad woman
to the prom.
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Fair warning
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St. John of Blackberry Jam
Hand raised,
palm forward —
you call us to be blessed.Eyes knowing,
from the other world —
you see within.Gold rim of the lampshade
crowning your tussled hair —
your soft presence draws us near.Blackberry jam
smeared across your lips
(and cheeks) —
all angels beseech you.Perfect being
with sticky fingers —
bless us.
My first poem for NaPoWriMo (written on April 1, but posted late — just building site today)