Peacock Pavement: The Poet on her Walk
Femininity’s Everests
I climb them daily.
The crow’s belly’sis black,
I envy his womb-less contentment
As I stroll among the old
Wrappers, the used condoms; joints rolled like love
Letters used abused discarded.
He envies me my
Zircon hair; a lunar map of freedom
Battering-ram jaw, my baroque nose, the
Greek depths through which
My eyes record their wanderings
Outside the convent wall, among
The stalls, the chained-up lambs,
The leaf-filled swimming pools
First act, second act
Epilogue.
Will I number my days by counting
Depth marks round your taproot
Showing off sporadic questings not my own
But the future’s;
Never knowing what anyone will make
Of such Portentous Pleiades:
These disparate sisters
Me, myself and I.
Femininity’s Everests
I climb them daily.
The crow’s belly’sis black,
I envy his womb-less contentment
As I stroll among the old
Wrappers, the used condoms; joints rolled like love
Letters used abused discarded.
He envies me my
Zircon hair; a lunar map of freedom
Battering-ram jaw, my baroque nose, the
Greek depths through which
My eyes record their wanderings
Outside the convent wall, among
The stalls, the chained-up lambs,
The leaf-filled swimming pools
First act, second act
Epilogue.
Will I number my days by counting
Depth marks round your taproot
Showing off sporadic questings not my own
But the future’s;
Never knowing what anyone will make
Of such Portentous Pleiades:
These disparate sisters
Me, myself and I.