wedding cake, a poem | expressions
She looked as if
she did not wish me well.
She slowly draws her finger
across the wedding cake frosting;
and they watch her appalled
as she puts her finger in her mouth
and slowly sucks off the spread.
She looked as if
she was watching me
in pretend surreptitiousness.
A woman with many arms
strokes a harp of infinite strings;
each stroke is a tune
you’ll only hear but once;
it echoes back
to the beginning
and makes you shiver.
She looked as if
she only feigned her pensiveness
but what she really wanted
was to laugh aloud
at the absurdity.
by matt at shadow of iris
Oh my! I loved this. Nice to hear your voice as well. Strange that I find my own pace better suited to something you authored! Absurd. And yet I ingest it better quickly. In the same manner I cannot walk slow and think about anything consequential. I will think only of the languid pace.
Anyway, I am smitten with this poem. I can so easily visualize the woman. I would be looking at her too, and within.