Monday, April 14, 2008

silver pennies

pennies - honey
for a seat
at your table,
widespread soul
on your clay plate -
pay me
in platitudes
whispers
red ; rusted
lust
all day
every day
to compensate
for the wound
in my centre -
raw
serration
from dumb
tongue
to mound

3 comments:

wreckfish said...

from dumb
tongue
to mound


you write with such elegant balance.

[v glad to be able to comment again]

oniongirl said...

thanks - nice to see a friendly wave at the end of the posts again too.
this is all much like your collection - and archive of sorts... a heap of old stuff and some new.

hmmm - the mound - that was edited a while back - the original word wasnt quite as elegant :-)

wreckfish said...

LOL

well i think the ambiguity of it is great, it made me go whoa is she saying what i think?

it's always nice to get that little jumpstart from a poem

ees goooood