Under the Carapace (13 for April)
Under the Carapace
Under the carapace
of strait shirtwaist,
her breasts nestled
like turtle doves.
In his grey wold
of rim and wheel, they were all
that made the world round.
He found his lips seeking
their tips, as if his mouth were the shell
of an ear that sought
bird song–or maybe it was ocean–he had no notion what
he heard–only that he wanted to curl
into the orbit of that roar/coo, wresting
dawn’s aureole from night’s fall, though, truly,
just resting.
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13th poem for April National Poetry Month belatedly for Izy’s prompt on Real Toads about Soviet Kitsch, an old USSR sci-fi poster above. (I don’t have the information re creators and copyright, but I believe it’s free use.) I may be a bit late returning comments, as very busy right now.
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April 12, 2016 at 8:16 am
I loved this picture at first sight, and adore the poem you have written for it. It is as tender a view of alienation as I have ever read. And certainly more than I could ever have written.
Really excellent.
April 12, 2016 at 8:29 am
Thanks so much, Kerry. k.
April 12, 2016 at 12:45 pm
I absolutely adore “as if his mouth were the shell of an ear that sought birdsong.” Wow!
April 12, 2016 at 3:40 pm
I love this description:
“breasts nestled
like turtle doves.
In his grey wold”
April 13, 2016 at 12:24 am
I didn’t know what carapace meant….Thanks for the new word. I agree with Sherry, that is one of my favorite lines.
April 13, 2016 at 2:41 am
Deliciously erotic/romantic.
April 13, 2016 at 7:41 am
The best features of Eros are found in the mind, never more so than here, where the echo of the physical weaves a waltz that dances beyond the senses and into that inner space where the center wishes so much for stillness and peace. Beautifully done, k.
April 13, 2016 at 9:20 am
Maybe he just feel that arrow nested, and yes he lacks the understanding to really comprehend his feelings… how can he ever express them… love how you used the sci fi metaphor of orbiting.
April 14, 2016 at 1:42 am
sensuous. love this one ~