I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

20 April 2008


April Challenge 18: Include the line, 'There is no connection'

How she laughed!
For her there is no connection
between this old chick, her stepmother,
and sexuality.

She has never witnessed me
as dazzling performance poet
or High Priestess of a coven.

Hell, she's never even
seen me dance. Well,
not since the wedding,
and that was fifteen years ago.

I'm married to her Dad,
quite a bit older than me
and getting older. She equates us.

So when I confessed I fancied a man
23 years younger, she collapsed in hilarity.
I don't see what the problem is.
Doesn't every

red-blooded heterosexual woman
aged between nine and ninety
adore Captain Jack Sparrow?

© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2008


No comments:

Post a Comment