She came to me
dark and young
fleeing country
young enough for her breasts
to still be firm
and I told her I would marry
even though she swears to God
and I have no belief there
I buried my head
each night in her hair
knowing she could not hurt me
I walked by each day
past the hairdressers
saw the false eyelashes
she was applying
grateful
that she could not question
anything about me
...a sad sad story, but thanks Efi x
ReplyDeleteYes, it comes across as very sad. Yet your writing style generally has a quality of clarity that reminds me of how lambent a sad poem can be - that's a hard thing to do well, let alone as well as you do.
ReplyDeleteThanks Efi I have had a lot of practise at sadness as well as writing! I am trying to write the odd poem now that is not sad. I find that hard!
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