Jacqui Thewless Poems
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Strange Thoughts, Tonight.
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair
and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
tube in a box turned
and tonight I have strange thoughts
stirred in a bronze dish with
the stub of my pen
when I wore
a patterned silk kimono
and moved inside the slight
ghost of my long-haired youth
after the lover’s cigarette
then you were green too weighty in-
between my tender thighs
The light’s faith-keeping with the land
in those wee isles of Rousay and Egilsay -
it made the sea’s third wave’s curve, pale green; the flower’s cup,
a whiter shade than Hakon’s tower-kirk;
it frames, on one Chinese White strand, today’s
loose brushstrokes with a tide of fresh calligraphy in seaweed-inks.
Light sinks the floundered war-ships in less bloody hue
than sunset on a bluebell-blue sky’s rim.