for regina

[wytchcroft]

a shrug of the shoulders
all the weight of the world
the smallest pressure
where the tongue takes the weight
of a coin

that tongue has licked her mother's eyes

what strange communion
come wind blow fine
peering out from under lashes
through the window and the grime
let the weather take the washing line

in time there will be leaves
old dresses, the fruit and its rind

chores chores
she's a devil in the morning
with her feet upon the back porch
and her knuckles on the pump

and her wild eyes glancing
at the flat line of the sky
let the weather take the washing line

all these clothes
the wind could blow
dancing like children
to a mother's nursery rhyme
peering out from under lashes
the years between the window and the grime

the devil take this washing line.

Comments

[avosurt.livejournal.com]

it is not mine poem - I just translated it for you)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

oh yes i understand that and i looked at the original as well. so indeed, thank you :))