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Two Poems

Sheryl Persson

Dec 01 2011

1 mins

DISH

in a purple field of paterson’s curse
did not run away with the spoon

the countryside lush again

web of steel struts and mesh aimed at heaven
a perfect circle like the moon

they landed on and the cow jumped over

FASHION WEEK

Parading full-length fertility and gown
breasts and waist cinched in corsetry

concave the meridians of her frame

Hooked and eyed into the bodice
so tight her ribcage could be unlaced

revealing her heart pinned like a brooch

Slung from dazzling shoulders
a dappled cape cascades to the catwalk

ode to autumn in all its seasons

Clenched fingers raise the feathered edges
like a bird in a cage stretching its wings

brown eyes wider than an owl’s
 

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