I am a blonde
in a little black dress,
a floaty and flirty little black dress.
I am driving a bright red car.
On the passenger seat beside me
a small puma sits.
I don’t mention
that the car and I
are both aged, and looking it.
Nor that the grey-and-tawny cat
is actually a domestic
travelling in her carry-case to the vet.
We are remembering Peru
long, long ago. They bowed to us:
warrior princess and her fierce pet.
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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