Persephone
Prolouge: there is no prolouge
Recollections:
Persephone shifted her weight
in time to the point
she was making.
She never stood erect-
she was always making a point.
Even with a potato peeler
there was an air
of menace-
she would mix it
in with the mash.
Her threats had the promise
of unwanted mail;
of brown envelopes
the sort that fall when
any-news-is-not-good-news arrive.
She would direct the traffic
of your bumper-to-bumper
thoughts: your arguments ushered
down 'men-at-work' streets
your beliefs along unadopted alleys.
Her laugh when accompanied
with that gentle shake of head
was more contagian than contageous.
She was fond of staring at you-
unobserved-
through open doorways.
Epilouge:
Then backwards glancing
her laugh would fill
that empty space
and with our meeting
eyes adore my approach.
Words and Image by Tommy Carroll
Tommy Carroll
Wed 9th Jan 2019 11:46
Hi Po, Compliment indeed. ?