mannequins eyes

_just me unfortunately_
2003-02-07 13:03:00 (UTC)

Havisham - Caol Ann Duffy

just read this poem in english, i thought it was lovely -
may not mean much if you havent read Great Expectations,
but nice all the same...


Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then
I haven't wished him dead. Prayed for it
so hard I've dark, green pebbles for eyes,
ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.

Spinster. I stink and remember. Whole days
in bed cawing Nooooo at the wall; the dress
yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe;
the slewed mirror, a full-length, her, myself, who did this

to me? Puce curses that are sounds not words.
Some nights better, the lost body over me,
my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear
then down till I suddenly bite awake. Love's

hate behind a white veil; a red balloon bursting
in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake.
Gice me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon.
Don't think it's only the heart that b-b-b-breaks.

nice yehuh? lots of these poems i don't *get* on first
reading but when you go back to them they just stand out
and are really good, well thats what i think anyway, maybe
i'm dumb, or think i'm just happy...