A Twist on the The Emperor's New Clothes - Poetry Gong #6
Explaining the Wedding
The Wife decided, finally, that clothes are useless,
her body remembers how to lace.
Let her fingers slide into position.
The beast can cover itself.
Her body remembers lace
recalls darning everyday gaps.
The beast can cover itself.
The bedroom is so cold.
Recall darning everyday gaps
the husband, the wall, the cracked mirror.
The bedroom is so cold,
the ice princess paid the rent.
The husband, the wall, the cracked mirror--
it was not the white knight’s proposal.
The ice princess never dreamed of paying rent.
Her fairy godmother bought the gown.
It was not the white knight’s proposal,
let her fingers slide into position.
Her fairy godmother bought the gown.
The Wife decided, finally, clothes are useless.
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A pantoum, after Carolee's running poem.
Labels: fairy tale, marriage, the man your mother warned you about, The Wife
2 Comments:
very haunting. i love it!
p.s. i write this as i sit in front of the computer having been lazy all day and not showered yet. perhaps we should have started a "shower and get dressed" gong alongside this one. (or maybe personal hygeine and and active poetry life are not compatible.)
"the husband, the wall, the cracked mirror" - what a suggestive combo!
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