Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Ladybird, Ladybird - Justin Lowe

Ladybird, Ladybird

She did not
exactly glow
at the mention of my name

her hands
did strange things
around her throat

she tested
the strength of one leg
then the other

considered the world
to the left
and the right of her

I offered no gesture
of re-assurance
I am not like that

she wanted to know
how far I’d traveled
as though

no amount of poetry
could convince her

had been inside her all this time
invisible and all-encompassing
as the space between two words

this is a bad time
she whispered pertly
as though to a newborn.

Justin Lowe
(first published in 'Glass Poems')

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