Poem: Befitting
December 4, 2022
Twice as long as my palms, my new loves sparkle, shine, make no demands. I do not intend to attract anyone with them. They are certainly not flashy signals or invitations. I stroke the glassy sides, kiss where a tongue would sit — but neither has a tongue. They glide onto my eager feet just when I want, and if I dance, I dance for myself, admiring the play of sun on cupping glass. My feet framed with transparency, I skip, slide, saunter and spin on the open, prince-less green — slippers fitting just so. PS Cottier
And I do note the overwhelming wee-ness of the slippers in that illustration! (Aubrey Beardsley)
Tuesday poem via link: Amorphous Solid
October 11, 2022
If you go to this site, you’ll find a new poem I wrote called Amorphous Solid, which is about a person turning into glass. It’s included in an on-line journal called Liquid Imagination, which has been around for quite a long time. Have a browse around. Unfortunately this is the last edition of the journal. The Poetry Editor is John C. Mannone, and the Managing Editor is Sue Babcock.
PS Cottier 