MODEL GIRL #2
A model child, so meek and mild,
a pretty girl with lovely curls,
a little cutie, what a beauty,
a loving friend, a perfect daughter,
- Until the end she chose, in water.
No one could guess just why she made
that sudden mess, when she repaid
the terror of her golden life,
the secret scars, the little knife,
the bleak refrain behind her laugh
- then one last pain in a warm bath.
[Autumn 2008]
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A POEM FOR ST VALENTINE'S DAY
[originally intended for a St Valentine's Day poetry competition: I wanted the subject of sex rather than romance, and linked to the St Valentines Day Massacre in 1920s Chicago]
"St Valentine's Day" / "Kneetrembler" - early ideas
His hand pressing her hand urgent on his thigh / her hand guiding his hand to her left nipple / The way she made him wait and wait... / for that first kiss /her honey hair /a blindfold veiled across her face. /
The salty taste of love./Mouth sweet as daikiri & mint /or bootleg booze / and blood. / Lust like angina, yes yes yes. /He shuddered. /Ice. / Through his left ventricle. /
Up against the wall. / The taste. Fulsome. / Kneetrembler./ And the hammering of his heart /
in his ears / the jolly rattatattatat/ of tommy-guns.
... eventually, thanks to Emma Cole's online course I reduced it down to the basics as a haiku:
FEBRUARY 14th
Up against a wall
heart-pounding, kneetrembler bang:
Tommy-guns rattle.
[not brilliant, but perhaps a new starting-point : watch this space]
A variously titled and long-abandoned poem originally intended as a submission for a St Valentine's Day poetry competition... wanted to work on using the St Valentine's Day Massacre in 1920s Chicago.
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