Ian Bowen


A Merry Widow - Poem by Ian Bowen

From a pretty lace bed,
in the chamber
of a cosy widow, where old ornaments
dusted to death by the feathers of ostrich,
sit on polished shelves;
where a soldier in khaki, glares at me
from behind glass.

She comes out of the bathroom,
and turns his photo...

to 'about turn' and face
the lily patterned wall.


Comments about A Merry Widow by Ian Bowen

  • ... Dog God 8hate (2/5/2010 11:18:00 PM)


    ... &

    'She comes out of the bathroom,
    and turns his photo...

    to 'about turn' and face
    the lily patterned wall.'

    Maybe:

    She comes out of the bathroom
    and turns his photo...

    'about face' to view a
    lily patterned wall.

    A Merry Ian in his lily patterned view....

    .
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  • (2/5/2010 2:14:00 AM)


    dusted to death by the feathers of ostrich,
    sit on polished shelves;
    where a soldier in khaki, glares at me
    from behind glass.

    nice poem in words makes it full
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010


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